[Fuck. John is only half-paying attention to the Cockney man, waving him off. Except... maybe. John has nothing but his clothes and his phone on him.]

Y-yeah. [He looks to the stranger, and it's not hard to fake looking sickly and disoriented. He's honestly feeling those things.] My meds. I need my meds, but I live on Oxford Street. My brother was meant to bring them, but I don't... I can't get ahold of him.