"Thanks." Again the words were mumbled rather than actually being spoken. James was usually much more talkative, much more charming, when he met a striking young woman, but right now, he couldn't really bring himself to be either of those things. Right now, he was just too pissed off at the world, and too upset about his mother's death, to be anything other than a brick wall, or at least that was how it felt.
The name, when she mentioned it, sounded familiar. And he was delayed in saying anything at all to her as far as an introduction went because he was trying to place it. The conversation was at last recalled and he glanced up at her to have a better look, offering her a bit of a smile as he stood, arms laden with books. "James. I believe I was supposed to show you around once upon a time." He glanced about and then back at her. "I'm assuming you probably know your way around pretty well by now."