Again? John smirks. He hadn't mentioned it the first time around. "It's Blake. John Blake."

He doesn't go much further than that, though. Getting pleasantries through his now-tough exterior is akin to getting Raleigh out of that drivesuit without the power tools.

Reaching into the impossibly expansive closet, John digs around until he finds what he's looking for. Out comes a large drill, which he promptly sets aside before moving away from the door. A smooth gesture and he pats Becket on the shoulder. "You try. Think hard enough, it might actually have the right tool for the job." He doubted bolt cutters would be as useful as whatever tool was intended to remove the heavy bolts on the pilot's suit.