"I'll tell him," James assured with a soft smile that didn't betray a splinter of her own worry. Only when her dark eyes wavered up to Rick did her brows knit in momentary distress. What had happened to the others? She wanted to ask Ella if she was hurt, but figured that was a question best saved for when the girl was at least off her feet. Ella looked half ready to melt into a pale puddle of shock enough as it was.
James led the way toward the stairs with a hand on the other woman's jacket cloaked shoulder, and then began a descent that slowed in accordance with Ella's steps. Although James had agreed mindlessly to Ella's anguished request, in a second's time she realized that she did know who Ella was referring. She'd spoken to Daniel through the forum once, and although she was unfamiliar with Vaughn, she could relay a simple message.
Upon reaching 501, James pulled a key from her pocket and unlocked the door before motioning them inside.
"I'll get her something warm to wear," James explained before vanishing through the bedroom doorway to gather a blanket from the back of her closet. She pulled off her own hooded sweatshirt, as it was the only one it's kind that she owned, and resorted to a bare bones black tank top for herself. Lastly, she typed Daniel Webster a brief note using the laptop still wide open on her bed.