Dutch slides her arms around John's neck but her grip is loose, giving him plenty of space to move if need be. She rubs the back of his neck lightly and smiles at him all the while listening to his words. She slants a glance in the direction of the door but covers her observation with a laugh and dropping her forehead onto his shoulder.

She nods and then laughs again like he's said something particularly hilarious. "Going in armed or unarmed? Should I draw my weapon before we get in there?"