James glanced at the phone in question and rubbed his hands over his pant legs. Someone would be cleaning his car out by now, thankfully.

"Contact in Scotland Yard."

Skip was - James was finding - becoming something of a confidant to him. No matter how much he might trust her though, he wasn't going to name names. It may prove too dangerous.

"Do you want to stay?"

He'd take her back to her aunts if she wanted, but it was probably very obvious that he didn't want to ask that question.