Even in the current situation, the words got an amused snort from the man. And perhaps a touch of something more human to his tone, as he spoke to Logan. Choosing not to answer the girl's question just yet, it seemed. "Got something better than twenty bucks. Found this gal who looks sorta like you, has claws like yours, knows about Haven and goes by X-23. Sound familiar? She won't tell me jack shit, but I'm bringing her to Haven unless you think I need to take her somewhere else." He obviously wasn't irritated that she wouldn't tell him anything. If anything, James approved of that fact. Paranoia kept you alive, and in her place he wouldn't have trusted either.
Though he did glance over at her as he spoke, as if to make sure she wasn't going to stab him for his rather flippant tone to Logan. His scent had abruptly altered as well...genuine amusement at the man on the phone, and a general lessening of tension. "And before you ask, I'm coming in too. They'll just have to understand." The people he'd been working with, obviously. And James had enough information to make them leave him alone, if need be.