James didn't have a hero complex. She was much more apt at knowing which situations to wisely bow out of, when to throw some mase or a broken bottle, and when to go for help. While Rick was a cop, James wasn't entirely certain that he was the exact brand of professional one needed to handle this kind of thing -- then again, James also wasn't sure if a werewolf linguist with advanced botany skills lived in the building.. so Rick would have to do.
Regardless, James wasn't going to jump back in 601 just to get in the way. She sure as hell wasn't about to tackle a wolf for anyone, so the amount of good she could do in this situation was pretty minimal. James hesitated by the stairwell and watched Rick start for the door. She'd feel useless waiting in her apartment, standing around in the quiet while a surge of worry crested in the pit of her stomach.
"Be safe," she called after him. Teeth set in her lip, and James took to pacing the stairs between the fifth and sixth floor.