Jaime waved off the offer of the remote, though she figured she should ... introduce herself, and she would in just a second. "I wouldn't mind. I've just been stuffing them all in a backpack and bringing them in here. Figured we could just stash a bunch of them down here, and if we need them then ... no one has to go outside for them. They'll just ... be here."
Jaime shrugged again to his question, though she did glance at James when he suggested teaching magic to people. Her brow furrowed, but she let that go. "No ... ideas. We thought maybe power outs, like a thunderstorm thing again, but we also think that on the heels of a lottery, it's not going to be anything that tame. I mean, last time, right, it was lottery then reavers. So this time it'll be lottery and ... lights out, or cold or something.
"Or the candles are a huge fucking decoy and they mean nothing at all and the assholes holding us hostage like to watch us scurry around like ants while flipping ourselves into a full on panic about what might be coming."
Jaime sighed. "But I've stashed a couple up in mine and Mal's room." Ever since Dug had ... gone home, she hadn't bothered going back to her own room. There wasn't a point anymore, and her eyes darkened briefly before she pushed it off.
"Hi," she said again to James. "I'm Jaime Davies. New co-holder of the title of longest-held captive." Which ... ouch. "Since ... well. Lily's ..." She shook her head and shrugged. "So you do magic too?"