Sometimes James forgot that Jac was a hyperactive mess. He could hear her foot keeping a steady tempo against the floor, but it didn't bother him enough to mention. After all, he was best friends with Mao, who was a complete loony most of the time. James liked to think of him as a mixture of ADHD and crack.
"You give him too much credit," he said, extending his freshly made paraphernalia out for her. "He's very sensitive." With a smirk, he dug out his lighter and lit the end for her.