James was worn out, he wearily gets up and his back begins playing up, and searches his pockets for a book, or anything he could have had on him, but he finds nothing. Nothing but his clothes. 

"Oh hello there! Searching for something are we? Why not check that the beds? I'd help but I almost had my back broken by a recent convict... Last time I visit an old case if we get out. Did any of you two scratch that word in the wall?" James states in the most hearty and friendly tone he can before keeling over in pain back onto the bed. "I'll lie here for a while... I hope you find something to get us out of here with."