John was actively researching something to eat, well, drink at least. In bouyant mood after what'd happened with Methos, he didn't hesitate to join in alongside the voice when he heard singing, threading through the throng to find it's owner. He finally came face to face with a gorgeous green.. well.. being? He'd made it through the verse, and now he was at the chorus again, singing rather loudly, and aptly for him, if a little tunelessly:
Who will buy This wonderful feeling? I'm so high I swear I could fly.
He held his arms wide, span around and grinned broadly. Subtle he was not.