"Rabble, hon," John corrected quietly. It was sort of automatic by now, but it never really stopped being funny (his favorite one had been the time that she had insisted that the lady at the bar making her nervous was giving her 'a woody' and John had had to explain that, no, that would be 'the willies', Aeryn).

"And I volunteer for going down below with the geeks." Not that John particularly had any great desire to spend time with the Master, but there should be more than one relatively sane person keeping them in check, or at least communicating with them. Plus, he might actually be able to help out. MIT degree and Ancients knowledge would hopefully be good for something one of these days.

He glanced around to see if Daniel would be in on this one too, and was slightly alarmed when he didn't see the good doctor anywhere in the auditorium. He'd have to talk to Cayce later, find out if she saw him.