In the doorway of her room, she looks at him, eyes moving over his face slowly.

God, she's drunk, and she wets her lips, finally finding her words.

"Whatever you think about yourself, you're a good person, James." Reaching out, for just a second, her hand presses to his chest before she abruptly drops her hand.

"Goodnight. See you in the morning."

And with that, she quietly closes the door.