[ This one, honestly. Downright fuckin' frustating how determined they were to be nice. John groans audibly under the cover of his coat, still not quite prepared to actually face them. ]

S'not like it was your fault. Reckoned you weren't dead. Figured out that much from a divining spell. Girls took it a bit harder'n me. [ A beat. ] 'nless you're not just here to apologize.