The world was hardly what anyone would call right, but it was quiet with itself and while he was always waiting for the inevitable shoe to drop, for the moment James was kind of - very trepidatiously - at ease with most things. He was, largely, left alone and had a little slice of normalcy hidden away from the imps and the dwarfs (it really should be dwarves, shouldn't it? surely.), the wizards and their weirdly, sticky tar sweet food. He had Brooklyn all to himself, and he didn't really mind working in the pub on top of it.
Sure, of course there was a weird kind of, there wasn't any way to categorize it as anything but missing Sam, so that's what he called it when anybody asked. He missed his phone not being a useless brick save for the five songs he had downloaded that morning (the phone itself was now looking at a luxurious %4, just wasting away in a drawer back in the apartment). He missed. Well, nothing and nobody that he hadn't missed before. Thing was, James was already headed in that direction, as he had this feeling that if anyone would have had a first pressing of the Hobbit not on eBay, this was going to be his best bet -- (that and maybe they'd have an interesting edition of The Silmarillion, because why would he start reading the trilogy before he got the history) when he saw something slinky in movement and taller than the majority (save for the science type) and then the bright blonde hair. Setting his shoulders a little and following a kind of curious feeling he hadn't listened to since he was young, James not so quietly followed after her. He wove around the corners and between the shelving, past magical histories and autobiographies (though it wasn't like they had a lot of history books that were non-magical, so he sort of wondered why there needed to be the distinction in the first place) and past a kid trying to find some semi-obscure text book for a university course that ..he looked way too young to be taking. But it wasn't like he was able to talk.
Trying to discern Sharon's footfalls from the others wasn't really all that difficult, it was the light sound that offset and interrupted the hard, purposeful steps of people actually looking for something rather than trying to find anything worth her interest. James had no plans on not announcing himself once he found her - as with his luck, she'd pull a gun on him and he still only had his knife and while his chances weren't bad, this place probably had expensive stuff in it.
So, rather than any of that, he waited for her to turn and ducked around into the aisle she was, apparently, trying to lose herself in. Both hands stuck in his jacket pockets, James nodded toward her before walking up close, eyeing the things on the shelves. "Do you want me to ask what a girl like you's doing in a place like this or is that going to get me smacked," his head turning just barely to see if she'd laugh or - smack him, his brow perched up with a little grin, "am I ruining you trying to stay scarce?"