[james has always found it very easy to talk to her even if in general, he isn't very good at talking to people. socialization is not a skill that he has anymore. he used to be so good at it, used to be so charming and open and good at talking to people. he looks over at her with a tiny smile at what she says, recognizing that snark of hers.

it is very familiar to him.]

That's very nice of you. [he smirks sideways at her, and there's fondness in that smirk, a familiarity that is likely strange to her given she has only just met him.

he remains against the railing, leaning against it a bit even as he looks sideways in her direction. he shakes his head at what she says with a tiny smile of his own.] You don't have to be sure.

You also don't have to have a good time all the time. Sometimes you can just take a moment to... take a moment. Or more than a moment. [it's said quietly as his hand rests against the railing, bringing the glass up to his mouth to drink from it slowly.]