"I don't think any place is." Of course James' first thought would be to war and fighting and shooting and honestly, Jefferson was still debating whether he really did want to know the truth of Bucky and Clint's world, one with nothing but guns and the control of other people. Frankly, it sounded sick, and he was thankful it wasn't a world he needed to worry over.
Not that Marrowood was a sparkling ball of sunshine either.
Smirking over the salmon (what he hoped was actually salmon and not another animal or human) searing in the pan to hear that James had taken it upon himself to check up on Ruby once more, even if he hadn't asked him to. This was where Jefferson knew that James wasn't completely gone to the brainwashing he'd been subjected to. He may have been heavily manipulated to ignore his natural thoughts and instincts to question--but he took initiative, and there were brief glints into his thoughts here and there. While it could be attributed to his never ending need for a mission, it was still something he did without being asked. The lead into progress.
"Thank you." He took the fish away from the burner, turning the stove off and serving the filets onto plates that had already been pre-pampered with a light salad. Jefferson went to the store before coming here, and used his hat to teleport to the district so he could save time to pick any which apartment that didn't look overly haunted. The fridge now had some food in it in case either of them needed nourishment, but nothing in how he'd kept the apartment with Ruby and Emma stocked. He wondered how Ruby was eating without he or Emma there to cook for her.
Briefly, he even allowed the curiosity on how Emma was doing at all. Before he could ask, he clamped his jaw shut and brought James his plate and a fork and napkin, sitting adjacent to him at the table.
With his fork he pointed, noting the gun ever at James' side, like a kid with a stuffed doll. "Think you can eat without the gun? I know it's your best friend, but I dislike his table manners." Really. If there was a reason for danger, and now there hopefully wasn't, then Jefferson wouldn't care. But at least ten minutes of just...no guns, or missions, or ruining people's lives would be just lovely.