[He narrows his eyes up at Petre - it's exactly what he was thinking, a vacuum in power and stability. The kind of chaos out of which anyone could take the lead, if they had the initiative and the loudest voice. Are they really so much in sync, or did he just sniff out those thoughts from other things that John said?]

You're talking to the wrong person about that. I'll eat pretty much anything.

[His gaze shifts back up to the canopy of leaves above them, the sunlight dappling through.]

I'd kill for a good burger, though. A really good, greasy as shit bacon cheeseburger.

[His long stare made it clear that he heard what Petre said, and he's digesting it. He's just not commenting yet.]