John's brow furrows momentarily as he glances over at Julien. A diplomat and requisitions manager with that build? Stranger things may have happened, but he's still dubious as they reach the bottom floor and exit out to the street. John turns right and leads them down the street. It's past the time that it would be busy, but there are still people passing by and the typical city traffic, whatever the hour.

"Reckon most blokes would choose negotiating with you over fighting, eh?" John jokes. Outright questioning the statement when he's got his own matters to hide wouldn't work out particularly well if Julien decides to turn things around. "What got you into that line, if you don't mind my asking? Would've thought the army would be after you with a stick. Or the local rugby teams."