"Aye, Billy," Jamie says, looking a little less gloomy. "I suppose ye might be right, at that." He's glad to know that there was still a chance he could be here, and have met the people he met. Especially those he considers to be friends, like Billy.

Jamie would also be much happier if it was a tangible threat. He doesn't like the fact that it's not. It's so much easier to fight something that you can see and touch, after all. "Grounding?" he asks, sounding a little puzzled. "What would that be?"