John saw the shooting, and other than a slight eyebrow twitch didn't register any shock... he'd seen more people shot than he'd had hot dinners. He half smiled and a approached the bar.<br/><br/>"Fine shootin' ma'am... personally I'd have gone for the kneecap, but each to their own. It would be my honour to buy such a skilled shooter a drink... less'n you have something better to do? Or you don't like me? I can piss off if you prefer..." He grins slightly, taking a deep slug of his own drink and twirling the knife before settling it in it's sheath on his leg in one smooth motion.