[jon isn't sure why he thought 'yeah, go look at the fighting ring' for... what, clues? ways to follow the vague order of 'help the city' from what was essentially a very cheerful kidnapper? he could be grumpy in circles about all this, but like abigail he is not made for heat. give him gloomy london weather, thank you, he hates this place already and he hasn't even seen any blood spilt.

he sighs, fully ready to give up before he started when a boof gets his attention. winston comes dashing over amber gave me permission for this! if it's cool! and his look of irritation eases somewhat as he kneels slightly to pat the dog.] Hello Winston, causing trouble no doubt? How do you have any energy in this heat, I swear- no, please, no licking. I told you, I'm a cat person.

[still, he pets the dog, glancing around.] I don't see Will, you really shouldn't run away from him like this. [not expecting the doggo to be dragging around a poor teenager.]