[ John is a little too distracted to clock exactly why the voice sounds familiar at first. He's busy finishing putting some kind of cream on a wide range of white splodges that cover his skin in uneven patterns, patches of healed burns where the handy stasis tubes had made him all better after the dragon fire but not fixed his tan. ]
Don't worry about it.
[ He says evenly, recapping the bottle and throwing it aside before pulling on his t-shirt as he turns. ]
It's been like Grand Central--
[ He tugs down his black t-shirt and focuses on the person standing in the doorway, and John's voice trails off. He feels dizzy all of a sudden, off-centre. ]
Elizabeth?
[ He can manage this much at least. He can... he can manage words, right? Is it really Elizabeth? Or is he just...
Because John has been tricked before, and he doesn't know if he can handle this kind of trick right now. ]
DORM QUEST
Don't worry about it.
[ He says evenly, recapping the bottle and throwing it aside before pulling on his t-shirt as he turns. ]
It's been like Grand Central--
[ He tugs down his black t-shirt and focuses on the person standing in the doorway, and John's voice trails off. He feels dizzy all of a sudden, off-centre. ]
Elizabeth?
[ He can manage this much at least. He can... he can manage words, right? Is it really Elizabeth? Or is he just...
Because John has been tricked before, and he doesn't know if he can handle this kind of trick right now. ]