John comes to like a light turning on. He was soundly asleep, make no mistake, but when Harry shakes him, he's back. Green eyes blink rapidly, adjusting to the light, but he's completely alert again. Call it an old habit from his military days.

It's still light out. That's good. Sitting up, he looks at Harry, scanning his form. That sort of fast cataloging of Harry's condition is second nature to John. He looks much the same as before, and John is satisfied with that.

"Thank you," John says, both for the wake up and for the watch Harry kept. "I'm ready to head out when you are. We can try the city, see if we can get into the underground mall for the evening. Or we can try--" A yawn sneaks up on him, remnant of his nap. It cracks his jaw before he can smother it. Well, it's not like Harry isn't aware that John's impervious act is a carefully constructed lie. "We can try to find someplace in this Sector, as long as we keep our distance from the AGI compound."

Getting up, he starts to get ready to move out again. Supplies are stashed back in the sidecar, the shotgun is slid back into its slot, and the granola wrappers are tossed into the closest trash can. That only leaves the blanket Harry's sat on; John offers the wizard a hand up.