Childermass was not technically supposed to be there, in the midst of a crime scene, but he has his ways of getting about. He has his ways of getting about a place, whether he is wanted there or not. Ways of keeping himself from being noticed until such a time as he cares to be, and so it is that Childermass makes his way through the scene now, taking in the story of what happened and the business of the people around him, before he stands by James. A familiar face, even if it takes him a moment to place him, from the coffee shop. A lawyer, is he? Indeed...

"I keep running into you under circumstances perhaps less than ideal," Childermass drawls at him. The moment he speaks, the spell used to keep him dissolved into the background of the scenery, as white noise, should fade. Not so much as though he had just appeared out of nowhere, but certainly as though he had been there all along and James had simply not recognized that fact before now.

He takes in the sight of him, perched on the edge of the ambulance, covered in blood, with the blanket tucked around his shoulders, before saying simply, "You look a mess."