James stumbled slightly as he followed Tory, but he quickly got his feet back under himself. It was easy for him to find his balance despite the way his limbs never quite seemed to obey him. His smile never went anywhere as he stared down the hall and at the lift.
"A t-tree." He paused for a moment, considering it. "A-and d-decorations. And f-food. F-food is n-needed." That was rather important to the little teen. Food mattered the most of anything he tended to think about. It was important to have something edible everywhere he went. "I only h-have the c-carrots in my p-pocket."
The elevator opened and he slipped inside, looking up and down before he glanced at Tory. "Wh-what are you h-humming?" He had an ongoing fascination with music. It was still different to him and he rather enjoyed learning more about it.