James had caught sight of the blonde hair and saw a young woman, she didn't look much older than he did but given the local population that didn't mean much. He studied her and when he heard her voice and saw her eyes he kept himself from tensing too much but shifted his feet. "I'm comfortable right here, thanks," he returned. He was very glad he ingested vervain daily and kept a small sprig of it in a small pouch around his neck under his shirt and black jacket.
"You first lady. Who're you?" he demanded. His eyes narrowed some and he was on edge. He wasn't too far from the cabin so if anything happened he had no doubt his mother and Clint would come running but that didn't mean he couldn't be dead between now and then.