They work as a team, a really damn good team, he'd like to admit--eliminating Wraith efficiently and quickly.

He starts moving up the stairs, the occasional lone Wraith finding its unfortunate way to them. John points his gun upwards as he walks, scanning, as the city faintly shakes from nearby explosions and more fighting.

"You think there's anybody left?" It's a terrible time to make conversation, but it's probably the last time he's gonna have a chance to make conversation. "Did you get a chance to...uh..."

To say goodbye to anyone you cared about.