John laughed in response to Circe's comment on his bastard of a gun. It was accurate.
"There is no honor in our war." A shake of his head followed. His tone was as casual as if he was discussing the weather. "There is only disappointment when one realizes that the so-called dishonorable strategy is what works best." He shrugged.
"I build for utility and function. Form and ascetics have no place in my toolbox when it comes to protecting the Lost." Her infectious enthusiasm brightened his mood a bit. "I haven't had that problem. Mostly because of this," a slender silver finger pointed to his face.
"I've had to gaslight a few over-eager moonpigs looking to make a name for themselves. One time, I was being chased. Some nosy neighbor and such. Anyhow, they were looking for a white male suspect. I turned the corner and ducked into a bathroom at a Chinese restaurant."
"The coppers bust in looking for me. They were pounding on the door, I poked my head out of the bathroom looking like an old Asian lady. The doughnut crew was deeply embarrassed."