After a moment, James followed into the darkened interior that was hidden behind it's previously locked door. She heard soft voices up ahead, although the French was too muffled for Meg to translate. A second later, she heard Bran and understood, even before stepping up to lay an eye on the men herself, what they had found. She surveyed the scenario from beyond Bran's shoulder, having no want to try and get ahead of him. After all, he had the knife. The Frenchmen were notably hostile, and likely frightened with good reason.
With Meg's assistance, James spoke some jumbled French, lots of pleases and the explanation that their friend was hurt. She took a heavy step backward, unsure if the words had done any good.