Right. There he was assuming it was a better photo to ask about than the one with a dead body in it. That'll show him. He winces sympathetically and takes the bottle back. Cannibals. John has seen a lot of weird things but the idea of cannibals still makes his skin crawl a little.

"But you made it out," he prompts as he takes the bottle, "and -- I mean the initial camping bit looks fun?"

Was it fun? Has he just stepped on another landmine? He takes a sip of the alcohol to brace himself just in case.