John's not sure what to make of the guy he sees heading in his direction--but hypervigilance has its rewards, and that comes in the way of spotting Lev.

The familiar face immediately relaxes him, insomuch as John relaxes around any unknown quantity. The body language says enough, in the moment, that the tension genuinely eases out of his shoulders as the guy approaches with a look that makes John wonder if he's possibly blind with that just-off way he looks at John.

"Any friend of Lev's is a friend of mine, sweetheart." John replies, his quiet tone pure friendly teasing at the term of address. Unsure if the guy can see, he hesitantly offers his hand.

"Seriously, though, pleasure's mine. John Rambo, good to know ya."