Even with the very obvious reaction from the guard, Jamie didn't glance up from his study of the chair. He knew the Master was there, yes. But he wasn't about to give the Time Lord the satisfaction of letting him know he's there. Or, at least, that was the theory.
He couldn't quite ignore the signal he felt at the same time, that peculiar feeling that started in the small or his back or the pit of his stomach that was a warning of danger to come. A certain tension ran through his body, an awareness of the situation - hard to see in the dark room but there nonetheless.
When he finally did turn around, it was slowly and deliberately, in an attempt to not let any else of what he was feeling show through. While Jamie didn't look to be as painfully thin as some of the others - in part due to his build - he had lost a good deal of the lean muscle mass he had been gaining from his training, and he certainly looked shaggy and unkempt. A rough beard gave him more of the appearance of a hairy Highlander than he had ever had during his travels with the Doctor, but it hid some of the more obvious signs of someone who's been surviving on very little food.
What it didn't quite hide was his reaction to the Master's appearance. For someone who had turned traitor and was supposedly working with Sobek, he didn't look much like it. But that voice seemed to claim otherwise, and Jamie fought down a sudden urge to lunge at the Master and try and choke that nonchalance out of him. He knew full well he'd never make it before the guards shot him down. Instead, his mouth twisted in displeasure at that look, and his chin jutted upwards in a defiant way.
"Aye? And why would I be acquainted with it? I've told Sobek what he wanted to know already."
Re: Jamie/Master/Sobek
He couldn't quite ignore the signal he felt at the same time, that peculiar feeling that started in the small or his back or the pit of his stomach that was a warning of danger to come. A certain tension ran through his body, an awareness of the situation - hard to see in the dark room but there nonetheless.
When he finally did turn around, it was slowly and deliberately, in an attempt to not let any else of what he was feeling show through. While Jamie didn't look to be as painfully thin as some of the others - in part due to his build - he had lost a good deal of the lean muscle mass he had been gaining from his training, and he certainly looked shaggy and unkempt. A rough beard gave him more of the appearance of a hairy Highlander than he had ever had during his travels with the Doctor, but it hid some of the more obvious signs of someone who's been surviving on very little food.
What it didn't quite hide was his reaction to the Master's appearance. For someone who had turned traitor and was supposedly working with Sobek, he didn't look much like it. But that voice seemed to claim otherwise, and Jamie fought down a sudden urge to lunge at the Master and try and choke that nonchalance out of him. He knew full well he'd never make it before the guards shot him down. Instead, his mouth twisted in displeasure at that look, and his chin jutted upwards in a defiant way.
"Aye? And why would I be acquainted with it? I've told Sobek what he wanted to know already."