John folded his arms across his chest and lean one shoulder against the door-jam, looking at her for a moment. "Well, I imagine that you're probably looking for some kind of clue as to : a. who we are, b. whether or not I killed someone as you suspect I did and c. what exactly it was we were looking for before we arrived wherever the hell it is we are now." He tilted his head as he gazed at her, one brow raised. "That about right?"