-- All I Wanted For Christmas --
Disclaimer: Die Hard 4 - or any of them - does not belong to me. Neither does John's ability to be continually in the wrong place at the wrong time.
They're sitting in the middle of debris - pieces of the van that had shielded them from the explosion, pieces of walls, desks, and probably pieces of Gabriel's ninja (now ex-)girlfriend.
Matt is doing his best not to hyperventilate with panic - he's not sure how much more of this he can take - while John calmly looks around them for some sort of transportation.
It's as John is wading his way through the remains of the explosion, that he pauses, looks down, and breaks out into - what sounds to Matt's ears - insane laughter. The younger man is sure he's almost used to John's bizarre sense of humour by now, but curiousity gets the better of him, and he just has to ask.
"What's so funny?"
John flashes a maniacal grin in his direction, his teeth gleamingly white against the grimy skin of his face. "At least I have shoes on this time." He continues chuckling as he spies the helicopter and makes his way over.
Matt frowns, he doesn't get it, but there is a lot about John he just doesn't get. It's probably part of what makes him that guy.