Watching she stands to clear the table and the food she had prepared, James actually has a creeping feeling in his mind that he ended up being the bad guy in that conversation. He is used to being a voice of reason against the magic and the crazies in their town, but not really a bad guy. Just a guy doing his job. He doesn't have time to dwell on it though. Moira is right; they are wasting time and energy here with each other. When they should be trying to find a way home.

He picks up the knife he found and hands her one of the bags he found. "If there's anything you need--" he says, sticking the knife in his own bag, crossing the straps over his body, along with some of the food he found earlier. "I'm ready when you are."