Someone's feelin' bossy. You really are uninfected," John smirked when Epiphany snapped at him and then ordered him to only take one dosage of the stabilizer. He'd rather her not punch him in the face again so he decided to take the first one and see how it went before he downed the second. Not to say that her threats of domestic violence would stop him should he really want to do something. In all honesty, he had missed their bantering too. There weren't many pretty girls out there who could match his snark and even fewer who could tolerate it for longer than a few minutes at a time. Epiphany seemed quite capable of both. Maybe that was why those nutters who were writing that bloody comic book about him had decided she was the one for him...
John unscrewed the plastic cap of the small vile and brought it up to his mouth, removing his cigarette from his lips with his other hand. He grimaced when he made the mistake of smelling the liquid inside before downing it quickly. "Ugh. Do I even want to know what's in that?" he asked, glancing over at Epiphany. He handed her back the empty vile and quickly took a long drag from his Silk Cut. Ah yes, delicious nicotine to cleanse the palette. "How long does it take to work?" he asked, already feeling a little odd, though not necessarily in a bad way.