John laughs softly as Radar hears him--the unspoken affection and admiration that can't evade his keen ear.

Hear this, troublemaker: you'll never convince me you're not special, so deal with it.

"The hell I don't have to see you in person." John insists. He reaches up to touch the bead around his neck, green glass with a flower at its center hanging on a simple leather cord--then impulsively removes it and gestures for Radar to catch, carefully tossing it to him.

"She gave it to me. I'm...sorta workin' for her now, so she'll look after me. Hang onto that until this blows over. Maybe it'll keep you safer."