[Not that Johnny wants anyone's help, but this really feels like a situation where a bystander would try to intervene, or at least see what the hell is going on. Everyone around them seems to be minding their own business, though, like this is just a regular Tuesday for them. Hell, for all Johnny knows things like this happen all the time around these parts.]

[Seeing no other recourse, because reasoning with this guy clearly isn't an option, he points a finger-gun at his temple and leans in a bit to make himself real clear.]

Unless you want a nail through your skull I suggest you back the hell away from me.

[It. Hasn't yet been made apparent to him that Stands don't work here.]