He blinked, then jumped up, dashed over to the edge of the devil's trap and started scratching. "Right, sorry, I - I forgot." He broke the trap and stood up straight, holding his hands awkwardly at his sides. He didn't know what to do with anything, let alone his hands. "Right. Camelot. Do they - would they know where he is?" He felt very small, like a lost child, and Sam berating him mentally wasn't helping anything. He kept telling Jimmy not to trust her - but who else was he supposed to trust? Who else could he trust?