John's silver "brows" raised in question to Verne. Not the right time to question another's motives. "Well, I guess I'll see you around, brother."
He spoke as a generalized statement. "I'm not much of a combatant, but I'd like to learn." Looking back to Circe, "Laser tag would be fun." A smile of shiny teeth appeared. "Hell, hanging out with you might dangerous. I might get knocked out," he joked.
The mirrored face turned to Ingrid, "Thank you for your help." Then back to Circe. "If it's okay with you, I'd like to ride shotgun. I'm kind of interested in seeing more of the city."