John looked down at the Sorvath in contemplation as her owner replied with a very criptic response. [i]To pet or not to pet.[/i] His hand moved out from it's position behind his head and he began to reach towards Taz, ready to scratch the dog-like creature's chest. The owner then suddenly tapped her pet with her foot, rolling animal over on it's side, and obscuring John's targeted petting spot. [i]Ah well, probably would have bit my hand off anyway.[/i] He looked up as everyone began to rise from their seats and head for the door. "Time to get down to business then," he said as he followed.

Once reaching the door, John opened it and propped his foot in front of it to keep it from closing, holding it open to allow everyone else in the bar to get outside. Of course, by doing this, he was getting absolutely drenched in the rain. His body armor was sealed tight though, and if it came to it, would allow him to survive in the vacuum of space for almost an hour. More if he was able to control his breathing. There's no way a bit of rain could possibly soak through and get him wet. He turned to his employer as he continued to hold the door open. "So how 'bout a few details about the job before we run in blindly?" he asked Winston.