"It worked," he agrees. "At least give Frisk a call. They'll want to hear you're all right straight from you, I reckon. Keep warm and well-hydrated, Solomons. And call me if you need something. I'll be nearby."

With that, unless Alfie stops him, John will square his shoulders and head for the door. He pauses with his hand on the door, though, holding it open. "You could be a better man if you tried to be, y'know? I can see it there. Guess we've got more pressing matters, though." Return quip or not, he'll leave Alfie with that.