James didn't have a clue who Malcolm was beyond the guy who'd started a rather amusing debate about what was regarded socially acceptable with regards to sexual activity on the island. He'd remained uninvolved, but remembered finding it funny that no one seemed to realise that they were being shown up by their own ridiculous reactions. Still, he got the idea. Jesus- Q was going to bloody kill him, come to think of it.
"Happen often?" he asked, with a sort of amusement to his tone. She was rather interesting. Even the way she kicked at the wall was amusing to him.
"Goodness me," he drawled, trying to suppress a bit of a smirk at her. He'd never met a woman quite like her. "Well, I can certainly get on board with that. My-" what was Q? Barely even a friend, really. And yet so much more than that. Christ, it really wasn't healthy. "He took someone I care about. As you can imagine, one doesn't take too kindly to that sort of thing."