John kept his hands up in what he hoped counted as a universal "I surrender" to a Sebacean with a bigass cannon.

"Okay, so no go on those. Could I put my hands down? Look, let's start from the beginning: I'm John." He figured if she hadn't shot him yet, she probably didn't know about the bounties, so...well, yeah. Seemed promising. "What's your name?"

He found himself eyeing that cannon, hoping she didn't slip or decide her arms were getting tired. Where she could even stash that thing was beyond him and he tried to resist glancing around at the garage while she was pointing a gun at his face.