James. He's tall, blonde, and his name is James! He even has the grey suit. Daine lets out an excited squawk and hops along the railing, resisting the urge to fly down to him. After all, it still might not be Andrew's James. And even if it is, he has no way of knowing she knows Andrew.

Unless she can tell him. "Aaaaaaang-kt-ew," she tries. "Aaaang-kt!-krrrew."

She hopes it's the right James. If he ended up here, then someone she knows could show up, too.