John cuts her a sharp look, and takes another swig of his drink to keep himself from snapping any of the obvious retorts. The idea of there being some simple solution they've all missed is mostly just an insult, though a small part of him feels a stab of dread over the possibility, however slim, that his latest bender could've been avoided if they'd all been a bit less stupid. So it's almost a relief when Daisy's suggestion fails to strike him as especially promising.

"Oh, that's a brilliant idea," he replies acidly. "Let's ask the whole city if anything terrifying has happened to them recently. Can't imagine what they might come up with." He coughs out some distant cousin of a laugh. "Then we can tell them where to find us, and see how long it takes someone to try and put me in the fucking ground again."

He almost regrets his choice of phrasing, given current company, but he certainly isn't in the mood to apologize for it. The nearest he can get to remorse is just avoiding Daisy's gaze as he takes another sip.