Once back inside, James decides he needs more to eat. The only problem is this isn't exactly a modern four-star hotel. It's very much rustic in all furnishings. Instead he makes due with a couple of tomatoes, just biting into the side of it, savoring the tangy ripe flavor. Considering how hungry he is, this alone is enough to make him happy.

He glances up when he hears Moira, turning his head over his shoulder from his position at the kitchen table. He takes in the look on her face with a raised eyebrow. He sighs to himself, knowing that continuing on as if their situation hasn't changed would only put them in danger again, makes them vulnerable if they aren't in this together, and he supposed they are calling a truce of sorts. For now. So he shrugs at her leaning back in his chair, taking another bite of the tomato in his hand.

"Dunno," he says. "Guess we keep looking for a way out."