[ Hands with nothing to do flexed into loose fists and swayed limp at his sides that rocked with the shift in his weight from one heel to the other. Idle movements otherwise, but for John it was agitation; reflexive to hear his own name and rankle at the foreign sound of it.

He was glad it had done something for Carter. Fortifying what trust was steadily building between their respective circles since coming here. It was just he needed to get used to hearing his name again. ]

Right.

[ John could square his shoulders and power through an battalion of Covenant forces, or a thread of conversation he wanted to leave as is.

Not having much in the way of pockets, John sacrificed an ammo case to use to carry a small waterproof memo book and pencil. He drops back down on one knee on the ground and the other leg using his massive armored thigh as a stopgap writing desk. ]

We have the room and the supplies if we get creative.

[ John draws out a circle and maps out two paths that run concurrently around the circle path. There was some simplistic triangles and scrawled in patches for obstacles with a map key to estimate how much space they would need to annex from the compound. He was no artists, but the idea was clear enough. ]

The...second [ Was he getting this right? ] World War. It set a precedent for boot, didn't it?

[ Basically, he was saying Carter must be the authority on how to make the most of what they had here. ]