"What dick issues?" James returned in amusement and watched the end of the cigarette burn down a little before flicking the ash over the edge of the railing. "I did offer to vomit on her in return. She wasn't impressed. Then she burst into tears and said 'I understand'. I really think she thinks 'amnesia' means 'lost my mind'. Is she bloody Tiffani's replacement or something? Didn't she used to be in the mail department?"

He nodded. "It's okay. She's got her paramedic. He knows how to take care of her... maybe even better than we do. That's huge." He flipped her off. "I have issues. I'm special," he joked, even if it was only half joking in essence. "We just all need to get back on the same page."