John couldn't help but chuckle a bit as Storm backed away from him and increased the distance by flying up further. He eyed the girl and for an instant his pupils contracted into needle thin slits, much like that of a predator focusing on something it intended to strike. John blinked, and his eyes returned to normal, "No need to worry, I don't bite." he said, an ironic statement if there ever was one if one of the corpses in the room he was in was any indicator. Speaking of said room, John's memory was slowly starting to fill in, bridging a few gaps in his mind such as his name -which according to his most recent memory had been repetitively screeched by one of the doctors that he'd murdered during the frenzy preceding his black out-. Sadly John couldn't figure out why he was behaving as he was, however it felt natural, so there was nothing for him to be concerned about. '[i]At least now I have a name to give to these people[/i]' John mused before slowly turning back to the others, "I'm John by the way. Listen, I hate to cut things short, but it feels like I haven't had a drink in days. If we're moving together could we perhaps see to getting some water or something in the near future?" he inquired to the group.