John has just enough time to edit 'bullshit' to 'needless' (upon the abrupt realization that he runs the risk of breaking character over his own notes if he's not careful) before there's a quiet knock on the door. He looks up, running a hand over his face as if to physically wipe away any lingering trace of amusement, then minimizes the document for good measure.

"Yes," he calls out, still peering at his laptop in ostensible concentration as Martin enters the room. He steadfastly refuses to look at Martin directly, but he does lift a hand to gesture at the clean, cup-ready expanse of his desk in a 'get on with it' sort of way. Once Martin sets the cup down, John adds a brusque, "And I'll have that file."