Jamie rubs at his forehead, his expression clearly unhappy. "I...maybe I shouldna have said anything." He's feeling suddenly very small, indeed. He clears his throat, and tries to see if he can fix the situation.

"None of the names were anyone we knew. I think there's a good chance your friends won't be there." Jamie's not sure, of course, but maybe it might help. His pessimistic side rears its head again, though, and he's thinking it probably hasn't.

He takes a deep breath, mentally cursing himself for being a fool. "I've messed things up for ye. I'm sorry. I...I should go."