With that hiss, James' head whipped to the side to look at her, not used to that sudden shift in her. The push was gentle, but somehow, the ghoul could tell what it was actually about. She needed to leave the situation to get a grip on herself. All he could do was stand there, staring off at her, fighting himself to run after her. Would she be upset if he did, or didn't? It wasn't like her to be angry like that. Mab was a lot of things, sure, but something about that had felt very wrong.
They did have work, most of his own was done for the night, but he had other things to do. He was missing something, important, here. Whether he ran off to his Mistress or said something to his Master to try to make him feel better, he wasn't sure. Yes, Rook technically owned him, but he loved her, too. Wanted to protect them both above his own self, whether it was needed or not. Kindred could protect themselves, in most cases, but he still had that need.
Making a choice like this wasn't ever going to be easy, but before going back to finishing the floor and set up, he slipped after Mab. Not before giving his Master a quick nod, a wordless goodbye for the moment. There wasn't anything he could say, and risking his own skin, James gently caught a finger to her sleeve. Another wordless thing, this one only saying he was there, with her, before he moved to pick his mop back up. If she said, or did, anything after that, it was her own decision and it wouldn't bother him if she did nothing. There was an odd feeling that settled over the shop after that, and he didn't like it one bit.