He's really not sure how women do that, perhaps it's a brand of magic all their own. John looks down at her hand as it thumps against his chest and lifts his eyebrows.

"So now I'm a pack mule." It's not a question, he is bored enough to help. Ish. "Alright, I suppose chivalry isn't completely dead, just sleeping in the backseat. What've you got for me? I'll wake him up."