James watched the impression of him with intrigue. At least she thought he had good arm definition. “Shimmer,” he said, catching her elbow before she could take a serious dive for the floor. “That thing you’re feeling? Confused, discombobulated, not sure what’s going to happen next because anything could happen? That’s how the rest of us feel when you walk into a room. Welcome to our world.” He gave her shoulder a companionable squeeze. “Also, you’re drunk.”