It's odd, the feeling of security and calmness, after what James has experienced the past two days. Having your life constantly in jeopardy isn't easy on the nerves, so he appreciates the extra few moments of silence. From the trickle of the pond beside him to the robust fruit trees, this is almost a normal place. He sighs to himself, wishing again, he had some means of contacting Grant or Alex or anyone else at the station. The woman had said they were still in town, which means they could still be found, but James has no idea how this place even exists, let alone what part of town. He is positive they are somewhere out in the woods, but once you get out near the lodge, the woods get denser and the coast almost impassable for miles.

But there isn't time to dwell on the dire circumstances of their situation before Moira comes up to him, leaping effortlessly onto the edge of the pond's rock enclosure. He watches for a second as she drinks a morning sip of water, still a little weirded out by the cat thing to be honest, now that he has time to think about it.

"So is this a permanent thing or....?" He asks, gently flicking the end of her tail with his fingers. Because if somehow they do get rescued, and he's the one that has to explain Moira Coombs got turned into a cat, he isn't positive he'll know what to say.