When Paige came back to the living room, James was still in the telephone cell.
"I'm going to shower and change my clothes; please tell him, if Lance asks for me."
Anji nodded, mustering her outfit more closely. Originally, he was just happy to see her again at long last, but now that he locked closer, she seemed fatigued. And the big men's suit jacket on her was really a revolting sight.
He had a good nose, and somehow he felt that she smelled like sex.
Anji really didn't like to see her this way, and was relieved to hear that she was going to cleanse this smell away. Partly he felt something precious that he had invested many years caring for had been defiled, and partly he was just plain jealous.
Liam scoffed, and Meier stood up to follow her, getting a glare from Anji. However, with Anji only having so much contact with Paige while she was unconscious, he wasn't in a position to voice out his dismay.
