"Together, right." John clears his throat as he glances out the window at traffic. He's used to taking the Tube or limping along, so getting to ride in a car is a little different. Nice. Probably no more limping. His leg still isn't hurting. "I can give you a few details about myself, if it would help with any of this." Sorting out what to do next. Mostly the words are aimed at Ignis, but he looks toward Gladio periodically.

"I trained at Barts--St. Bartholomew's Hospital--here in London for my medical degree. I'm originally from Chelmsford, but we moved to London when I was a kid. I'm not registered as a Guide." Another clearing of his throat. "I've dealt somewhat extensively with Sentinels, though. Doctor's one of my titles, captain's the other. Fifth Northumberland Fusiliers. Three years in Afghanistan... Kandahar and Helmand on the recent offensives there. I worked with the Sentinels in my unit, and my commanders... kept my status off the record."

He's never really laid this all out for anyone, and it feels a bit awkward to do so now to perfect strangers. It would have come out to Gladio piecemeal, anyway, and from his reaction to Ignis, John suspects all of it would have gotten back to the other man anyway. "I was invalided home a few months ago after being incapacitated. I have skills in firearms, short swords, and elemancy. Primarily lightning and ice elements.

"So... that's my abridged CV. How about the two of you?"