Jim turns at the greeting, a little puzzled that the guy knows his name. His eyebrows arch when he takes a good look at Malcolm, though. He doesn't know his name, but he does remember him from the cave-- and wasn't he the guy who escorted the orcs along with John into the city?

"Yes. You," he pauses, breathing slowly. "You got my message, I'm guessing?"

Not that he was thinking of this man in particular, but he's still getting the hang of it, so maybe it just got derailed on the way.