James' muscles tightened slightly as he heard a voice speaking to him, then relaxed when he saw the plain clothing. Obviously not one of the crowd who were throwing this party, nor one of the gala's more esteemed guests. Ordinary clothes, on a girl almost stubborn in her ordinariness, down to the ever so slight tiredness around her eyes from a life obviously plagued by labor and her self styled hair. "The first," he said, quietly and shortly. If he considered her question rude, he didn't show it--after all, he was a country boy, there was no doubt about that, so being insulted by the "you don't get out much" wasn't too easy to be.

Realizing that he should probably give the girl more to work on, if she wanted to continue making small talk--which she undoubtedly did, there wasn't that much else to be done--James looked for something else to say. To be honest, he didn't have many comments to make about their surroundings. The lavishness and wealth the ballroom embodied was impressive, no bones about it... But to be honest, it somewhat irked him. The decorations didn't seem to be for any purpose other than intimidation.

[color=C8B560]"Do you know why we're here, Miss... I'm sorry, I don't know your name."[/color]