"Yes," he answers nevertheless, once he comes back to the living room, a first aid kit in hand. A little quirk of his eyebrow, "And a little girl. Have a seat."

He does the same, opening his kit on the table next to the couch. Since Malcolm's helping himself, Jim may as well clean up his own wound.

"How'd you know?" He asks as he takes some antiseptic wipes. "About the woman. Was it something you saw?"