Oh my god, this is precious. It drives any thoughts of Astra right out of his head as he watches her poke him and threaten him to her little heart's content. "I wouldn't think of... not thinking any such thing, luv. I like my arms well-attached as much as my balls, so I'm sure we can come to an agreement on you leavin' 'em that way, yeah?"

Sorry, he might be teasing her just a little. John idly scratches at the red communicator around his wrist, but tries not to get frustrated about that now. The girl asked him a question.

"Divination. The ancient art of scrying for the future. Sometimes shamans will bake something with a high degree of spice in order to help you see the spirit world. Of course, there's usually a high concentration of peyote in there too..."