Oh, it was okay for newcomers. Phew. So James hadn't left that bad of an impression. He made fists and pulled them to himself in a parallel way while his mouth formed Yes! like in competitions where a participant scores. Then Sr. Agent Vasquez went on and he remembered where he was. In an office. For a case. Riiight. Blushing a little at his little show, he listened to Vasquez. He made himself comfortable on the chair, lying his head back. If it wasn't for being in a serious business, he could as well close his eyes and drift off. Waking up one hour earlier and then running in panic did no good to him, after all. And this also meant no one played a prank on him. Good. He didn't want to be a murderer at the age of 33.

Listening to Agent Vasquez, he couldn't help but chuckle at her words. Sherlock Holmes and James Bond. He was neither of them, he guessed. Did he have any questions? Besides when will we go home? and while on a case, we won't have to stay at nights, right? he had none. And he could figure out asking them wouldn't be the wisest thing to do now. Especially while she looked so angry like that in the morning. Maybe later...

He was about to get up and excuse himself to bathroom -he even starightened himself up, it was something he rarely did- when a voice talked in his brain. He froze. What the?! Looking at the people around, he saw a rather young looking guy pretty angry and another one... given up? He frowned. He didn't like voices he didn't know. Was that some sort of move they had agreed to use before he could find here? Maybe he should take all the risk of being laughed at because of not figuring out by himself and ask who that was. But then the given up guy talked to that angry one. Probably he was the thought-putter. Oooh, he was one of those... what was the word? Seer? Must be. Oh man. This group was too serious and talented. He could just protect his mind and talk a few languages while they would put thoughts in other's brain and see the future. Maybe he should drop and work at the International Department happily like he used to want as a kid. He still didn't know the case and dropping out wouldn't harm now, would it? He realised he should have listened to his parents. Spending 10 years in foreign countries to learn languages and then not working at something International. Wise James, really wise.

He again intended to go to his beloved toilets and try to awaken himself when a woman offered him coffee. "Thanks." he said. He didn't drink coffee. But now that she had offered... he had to drink, didn't he? He supped it a little bit and then leaving it on the table, -finally!- got up and looked at Vasquez. "Could you please tell me where the bathrooms are?" Better be away.