"Really," he says, although he doesn't know if he's all that surprised. In the time he's been here, he had resorted to sleeping on the train so he wouldn't have to go into an apartment he didn't trust, and since Finch's arrival, he's more or less been waiting for his friend to call the shots. Maybe Finch isn't quite his boss anymore, not in the same manner as he had been with the Machine in working order, but John can't really imagine taking orders from anyone else. Not now.

But in his time since arriving, he's done very little. He's looked high and low for signs of Samaritan, but thus far he hasn't even gotten a legitimate job, and here is Jessica, finding ways to become an elected Darrow official. It should put him to shame, but it only makes him smile.

"Well, good for you," he says. "I'll admit I haven't given much thought to the government in Darrow, but it might be helpful to know there's someone like you working toward bettering the city."