James chuckled a bit, feeling rude for staring. His mom always told him not to stare, but he never really listened to his mom who also told him the bogeyman wasn't real. He liked her accent, it was comforting, relaxing even as she asked him what he was thinking about. For a split second, he was about to call her "sugar" back, but decided against it, not wanting to sound like he was mocking her. His voice was deep and soothing, it almost had a Morgan Freeman quality to it, but obviously not the Voice Of God like the real Mr. Freeman. "I was just curious why you'd erase pictures. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be nosy." James looked into her face, her features were exquisite to him, down to earth with a natural beauty to them. She was eye candy, but he figured it best not to just stare at her, she'd probably knock him out in a minute. James may have been strong, but he'd never fought a day in his life and didn't even knock what a "Full Nelson" was, or even a "Hay Maker" for that matter. Oh, yeah, she could whoop him good if she ever wanted to. Not wanting to test this theory, he made a mental note. "Never piss off Jack." It hopefully wouldn't be hard to avoid making her angry, James was a nice guy most of the time, just a bit obsessed with finding out whether or not he was really crazy or if the Paranormal really existed. In all honesty, he'd be happy with either answer, he just wanted to know. He'd rather spend the rest of his days in an asylum for being crazy knowing that he had just imagined the things he'd seen than live outside an asylum not knowing if had or hadn't seen anything. James was just a bit nervous because he wasn't a fan of flying.<br/><br/>The plane was beginning it's final descent when Jack began to answer his nosy question.