It had never been in James to explain things delicately, and when she stepped back from her embrace with Rick, it was on a note of bristling anxiety for the sounds coming from 601. "It's Shane, he's--" He's not himself. "He's a goddamn wolf!"
Under other circumstances, James would have been more than willing to let circumstances go and leave people to their animalistic secrets, but this was different. "Ella's in there, and some others.." Whose names she admittedly forgot the very second she'd seen the wolf with his angry hackles and shining teeth.
"They were trying to talk to him, but.." Her eyes lifted to Rick, clear and focused. "..there was nothing there to talk to." Nothing she was going to hang around and try to counsel, anyway. Maybe it had something to do with being from the city, but James wouldn't have even approached so much as a raccoon if it was giving her the kind of irritated look the wolf in 601 had been. No thank you.