[John seems slightly distracted as he slips inside, but in a good enough mood. He might be slightly rethinking this now that the hour is upon them. Or maybe he's just nervous.]

[Possibly both.]

Good, good. I've got everything we need, triple checked to make sure I hadn't forgotten anything.

[He pulls an empty vodka bottle out of his sylladex.]

Even emptied this already. Not inside me of course, I poured it out in the ocean earlier, uh anyway...

[He crosses the room and sticks it under the desk before pulling out the pre-prepared waterbottle and tossing it into the trashcan from the other side of the room. He really probably should have looked in there before he did this, though. He kind of left incriminating evidence in there.]

[Oops.]

Ta da! Step one is done.