John gave a very brief shake of Suzie's hand and dropped it again; it wasn't so much chivalry as trying not to stand out like a sore thumb until he knew the score. The fact that her accent was out of place alluded him, mostly because not only was his as well, but he had no damned idea still where he'd landed, just that it was definitely the 21st century.
"Yeah, could do that. Doesn't look difficult, people must've cleared out in a hurry. Must have something to do with those drooling, sprinting things. Really hate those."
John started on down the road, mindful of where he stepped while keeping an eye on the horizon for a vehicle they could commandeer. Something large and stout, or small and fast, preferably. He glanced back a time or two at the woman and finally smiled, attention turning to his arm as he lifted it up in front of him. A small snap held a thick leather strap down across his wrist and he flipped it out of the way to punch blank buttons and input something. The energy corrupting the device was letting up a little, he couldn't complain about that. Still didn't mean he was going anywhere, though, and until he had the time to sort it out, the man couldn't be sure why not.
"Oh, I like that one."
He picked up the pace to jog toward what was the tail end of some small cherry-red sports car jutting out from a parking space just past a building that blocked the rest of the view. It was in good shape, which meant it would do. Plus, it was sexy, and it only took a minute to disable the security, too, from all the way back where they still were.
"Not going to be much room for entertaining, but who cares. It's red," John Hart said mischievously and clapped his hands together.