James could feel the deep wound that Ann carved in her wake and much like her season much of what was left was rot. A deep. burning resentment because how could they not? It was a deep violation, to have your home, your Sanctuary defiled. And for the Lost it was a deep pain. He chewed at his lips as he couldn't help but feel that burning gaze of being watched.
failure
He just took a took a couple slow steps just doing his best to keep the other Summer Courtiers in the line of fire. No point in giving them an easy time at a shot. He took a deep breath trying to untie the knot of anxiety in his chest. He hadn't picked up the deception but he did trust in Sera's lead. "It's something of a sore spot as you can see. Trust is hard, trust comes hard especially among our community. I place a great deal of weight in honesty and I can make assurances in that area if it's requested. If it's a threat you think we represent, perhaps a simple pledge of safe conduct; something while we're in each others company. At least until we can get better acquainted? We truly only wish to understand what's going on. If you do not wish to believe in concern, mutual interest might be a better angle? Sorry, I'm not trying to sell you anything." His hands outstretched, palms out an awkward half smile frozen on his face, his heart racing in his chest afraid that the response would be violence.
Equipment: Survival Knife(+1L) ,Hiking Backpack, Rope, multi-tool, emergency blanket, road flares, full zippo, 4 packs of cigarettes, sunglasses, 1 Box meal bars(partially eaten), 1 3L camelpack, sleeping bag pop-up tent and a flashlight.