As they come up to his car, James realizes he's holding a mountain of books and his car keys are in his pant pockets. "Fine. Then, buy a broom I guess," he says, frustrated, as he has to place the books down on the ground and fish out his keys to unlock the door. "Here," he says, opening the door and gesturing for her to put the books in the backseat. "And you'll be happy to know that I have a job and paid for this car myself. Thank you for asking."