"No no no, you do not wish for a freaking brain tumor just so we can get wherever we're going more quickly. This is a Post-It free zone, even if we do seem to have two Reapers gunning for us," Jon responded darkly, finally reloading the firearm. Jonas had been an over-enthusiastic pain in the ass, but near-death was too high a price for those visions he'd had.

He shrugged at George apologetically. It wasn't her fault she became undead (apparently) and at least Ash hadn't automatically translated that into 'zombie'.

"I don't suppose your grim ju-ju extends to y'know, disabling the enemy, kiss of death or anything like that?"

"No!"

Cringing, Jon lifted his hands in surrender as he wandered back over to the pillar. He needed to get that foot out of his mouth real soon. "Sorry. Just checkin'. Uh, Daniel - that gene thing. Is that likely to be any help here?"

Or.. am I just getting in the way again?