All John wanted was to find a secluded spot to smoke in peace. His last area proved to be not nearly far enough away from disturbances so he'd wandered further than intended. Upon finding what seemed to be a decent place John withdraws his pack of cigarettes from the trench coat slung over the worn COST clothes.

Only to be interrupted yet again.

He looks to the sudden burst of energy with irritation, shoving the pack back into his coat pocket. "Not everyone carries a bloody gun."

The words drip with annoyance and John can tell that whatever this situation is won't leave him alone or go away quietly. John has a different plan in mind, one in which he has some control over the situation and hopefully won't get them both killed in the process.

"If you want my assistance you're going to have to keep it down there. Pin it or something." As he speaks John walks toward the water, away from the telltale bubbles. He kneels at the edge and retracts the COST issued lighter. "Then when you're out-" he covers his hand in flame, touching it toward the water which begins to bubble under his palm. He keeps the flamed contained, it's not time for the full boiler yet. "We'll have ourselves a nice fish dinner."