"I'm fine," John answers, then looks over at Dutch. "Are you?"

He thinks she is. She had been quick and efficient, doing what was necessary with ease. She's better than Kara ever was and that thought gives him an odd sense of pride that he's not sure he completely understands. It's the idea, maybe, that he's found himself friends with people who can still do what Kara did without turning as twisted as she had. Dutch is a good person, a loyal friend, and while he'd trusted Kara, too, he knows he won't find himself on the wrong end of Dutch's gun.

Not unless he's done something to deserve it.