Let him do the talking. Riiiiight. This would be good. In the past month, no one had tried to tell her James was contacting them from the dead. She'd be lying to herself if she said she wasn't a little bit curious. The girl was about to make a fool of herself. No one understood her and James' relationship. No one. They were closer than siblings, though obviously not in some creepy way. They were best friends. They were family. "Alright then, let him talk."
She turned around and crossed her legs indian style, eagerly waiting for Faith to start. She did the telltale eye close, and a little time passed before she was taking on a demeanor that was clearly James. But anyone who knew him could master that. It wasn't hard.
"James, I take it?" she asked, dropping her chin to rest on her palm boredly. "Someone tell you he called me Kates? I suppose you could have gotten that information anywhere." She ignored his question. She wasn't going to waste her time asking 'him' anything. 'He' wouldn't know the answer anyways.