"I'm a little bit for from our usual haunts," James nods, noting the glimmer of her eyes. The unspoken signal between their kind that she knows what he is. There's some else about her scent, though, that puts him slightly on edge. She smelled of fear, and... blood maybe? Something musky. "I wanted to be alone for a bit. This seemed like a good place to do so." He shifts to face her better. "But if you desire a little bit of company, I guess I'll put aside that thought fore a while."