"Well alright Craig." Putting aside the fact that throwing someone across the room is just another way of gutting them if they end up breaking their necks for now... "I'm not a hitting sort of bloke." He hits on everyone, sure, but it's mostly harmless, if slightly annoyingly persistent flirting.

"Maybe you can get some friend practice in with your stress ball." He can throw that thing safely across the room until he's comfortable enough sleeping with it sitting in the same room.

"This is you," John gestures to the muster point once they're on the final flight of stairs. "Just look sharp for ten minutes, and then we'll go and get that steak, alright?"