The sound of her own name gave James a gentle start; her shoulders drew back in sudden defense as attention whipped to the source. Her empyrean eyes were wide and fringed with shock, but had thankfully gone dry since her original panic. Although her expression was cagey with unease, when she recognized him, it melted into a sweet relief. "Rick!"
She went to him in a rush, caught him in a hug for her own comfort and buried her face against his shoulder. "What the hell is going on?" Unaware of the murmured question, or just labeling it as rhetorical, James drew back and looked at him. "What are you doing up here?"