John taps his nose conspiratorially. "I'll make like I didn't hear that, ma'am." He laughs, striking a match on his stubble and lighting her cigarette, finishing his drink. "It's nice to find a person on the same page as me... I don't ask questions... if some poor fucker calls me out,<em>I'm</em>gonna take the first shot thank'ee very much." He laughs a cold laugh and looks back at Sara. "You look like yo have a tale to tell, an' no mistake... though... somethin' tells me you ain't the type to tell it, hmm?" he laughs again and pours another drink, raising it. "To your continuin' good health, ma'am." He chuckles and takes a swig.