After the question, Jon settles in, if you could call him shifting to perch his elbows on the table and fold his hands while sitting otherwise rigidly settling. There's a particularly palpable fear that Jon doesn't get often from other people unless they're well-versed in the supernatural; an understanding, an acknowledgement of words leaving against your will, instead of the wondering of why you'd say such a thing to a stranger.

"And so you enter this plague-ridden town, to find your missing comrades and to ease your mind of the weight of loss. What did you find, when you arrived?"