John's going to look at Cain, his expression a little firmer.

"Like how your crew took pieces of the ship that we were on? Broke it apart to scavenge? But we were supposed to be okay with that?" is the answer back. Yeah, your logic's a little fucky, Cain. Guess who started on the breaking shit? Deep sigh. "I don't want to argue about that. The back and forth doesn't solve anything. What I'm going to say is you're talking out your ass about the guns and the breathing: you don't know they're related and the timing doesn't make sense. You're just angry and want someone to blame." A small snort. "Clint shot him: message received. Can we just leave it at that?"

Please don't make him angry again, maybe?