"I think I'm okay," John says, stretching his leg out again before he carefully gets to his feet. "The aspirin is kicking in."

And he can grit his teeth and move through the pain without too much effort. It's not much further to a place where he can get himself a cab and he's fairly confident he hasn't been followed at this point, which means he and Daniel aren't in any danger.

"Thank you," he says, stepping away from the chair. His leg takes his weight easily enough. "For all your help."