she's amazing. arms folded, his back to the wall, james is a spectator to natalia's work. disarmed and dismantled, she'd not needed his help here any more than she had anywhere else. precise.. her footfalls are silent and he's glad for the way his mask hides a grin that betrays something said to've been kept under control. the quiet admiration that's been given too much room to spread. still, it makes it into his eyes. melts the edges of a cold stare. even once she's passed him, retrieved the disk they'd come for, and wound her way back ; " could've told me to stay home. " out of her way. unnecessary cover-fire didn't warrant his broad shadow, swallowing hers. how the soft thud of his boots fails to hide themselves when he tails her. " it wouldn't have hurt my feelings any. " let him chase sleep he rarely caught. pretend he read the book laid beside his bed. there was a stack of meditation techniques he'd planned to try and, instead.. james doesn't want to meditate right now. the hands on his rifle grip harder, a distraction to keep from reaching after her. catching a wrist.. a hand. whatever it took to stop this march to end a mission he wasn't ready to be done with.