James half-winces at the glassed over look in her eyes. He's used to her being vivacious and purposefully tempting. This lost little girl ... thing is pulling at deeper instincts in him and he wants very much to hold her closer and scent her to get rid of the smell of blood and danger still lingering on her.

"Good to know." he says instead, swallowing heavily to breath through his mouth as if that'll help. He can still taste the blood in the air.

The lift stops at his floor and James peeks out to make sure no one will see them - because questions right now sound like a bad time - before heading to his flat.

"I have something you can change into. Can you find the bathroom on your own?"

He wouldn't have a problem helping her there, but he didn't know if Skip's pride was still there or if she'd left it on the dance floor with her shoes.