John's expression pinches in response to the other man's outburst, but then of course, he cannot blame him. His friend is missing, and he seems particularly distressed by this turn of events. The two of them must be rather close.

He tries to imagine how he might feel if it were someone he cared for, buried underneath the ground in such a way, and turns back to his digging. Flinching as yet again the dirt erupts at both himself and his companion, though Lord John is at least standing and thus somewhat more spared.

"He's still calling out to us," John offers, attempting to be reassuring. "That's a good sign." Provided it is his friend Aziraphale that is calling out to them, of course, but that is neither here nor there.