"What?" John looks around for the voice, forgetting again that his crazy watch talks. In the meantime, she should get a good view. John looks like he can't be more than 25 years old, with a body toned from years of running. For a sixty year old chain-smoking alcoholic, he looks damned good.

"Oh, bloody--of course it is. How do I turn this blasted thing off?" He fiddles for a few moments with the device, which just seems to move the camera down his body for now.