"Yeah, thanks I..." John trails off when he sets eyes on his rescuer. It shouldn't be too surprising that if he can conjure up ponies, it's only a small leap to dragons, but that is still a very large fire-breathing lizard watching him. As leaving it at 'thanks I' is rude, John blinks a few times before managing to reengage the rest of his vocabulary.

"Hi, thanks! Yes. Perfectly fine. I'm John." Uncertain where to take this next, he adds, "D'you know, it looks like somebody's got a living room set up down there. Haven't got any problems with demon clowns appearing the gutters around here, have you?"