John snorts quietly, a smile playing about his lips as he leans into the press of her leg against his. There's a comfort in not being taken too seriously, even here, where their lives are broadly less fraught than they were back home.

"Oi," he objects, giving her a protesting bonk with his knee. "I'll have you know that we are both professionals. There won't be any mooning on the clock, thank you very much."