Maker's breath.

[He's in rare form tonight. Cullen shakes his head and reaches up to curl his right hand around his seat belt. It somehow feels safer that way.]

Jon. It was...well, to be honest it wasn't entirely his fault. It was back when we first arrived, and all that fighting was going on. We wound up being chased down by maniacs with guns. We both jumped into a car. He started driving to get us away from the shooting, and things went downhill from there.

I blew up a building which completely sent him into a panic, so I think we were even when all was said and done.

[He may have skipped a whole lot in the middle there.]