James didn't respond to his smile with one of her own. The topic of conversation was too severe, and she found his cheerfulness unfamiliar in a way that she couldn't pinpoint. Thing were speeding up? James wasn't entirely sure how well things could speed up from a twenty year sentence, but she didn't address that.
Instead, James crossed an arm over her ribs, a little defensive when she watched him squarely. "Do you think what you do is dangerous?"