Tiger? Jamie's eyebrows disappear up into his bangs for a moment at that, then he shrugs and takes a second to re-sheath the knife. Lacking any other place to put the weapon, he places it into his sporran. The handle's sticking out, but he's ignoring that for now.

"Of course you're not going to get me," he states, matter-of-factly, and moves over to help look - without asking if she needs help first.

"An i...what? And why would it trip down a steel staircase? Doesn't it look where it's going first?" It's a serious question, believe it or not.