"Sure, okay," mumbles Johnny. Like, whatever, right? He clearly has no other option. If this gore-covered lady wants to lead him through Hell and keep him alive for whatever reason, I mean what good is he really, then that is okay by him.

He allows her to basically drag him along, toddling after her like a dog. Or a toddler.

"So, uh," he says after a while. He's gonna go nuts if he doesn't re-assert his humanity somehow. "I'm Johnny."