Remus nodded. The cold was sinking in through his jacket, but in a way it was a relief-- a reminder that he was human. Somehow, in silence, they must have managed to pass quite a bit of time already out here on the hillside, because Remus felt... different. His stomach churned, stuck somewhere between queasiness and hunger despite the fact that he'd had a filling and late lunch. This wasn't natural hunger, he knew. His skin itched. Remus scratched at his forearms and groaned, leaning forward.
"What sort of work?" he asked James through clenched teeth. He honestly just wanted a distraction. Any conversation would have sufficed.