"Thanks," Jim said, with a smile of exaggerated gratitude, as though someone had just done him an unprecedented favor. "Just being alone in a place like this makes me a little jumpy." He started casually off in the direction of what he hoped would be a more populated area. He really did want a beer. "Have you seen anyone else?" he asked, willing to shift the subject away from Watson himself for a little while. On the off-chance he had any sort of insight ... "What do you think this is? It doesn't seem like anywhere, everything's so strange and none of it fits together, and - sorry. I chatter when I'm nervous, I'll shut up. Just I'd like to go home."