James gingerly pats his shoulder. "Be safe." He tucks his phone away and straightens his coat. "Right - I guess I'm off to pretend to be almost the shortest guard ever. Since I don't have Tom along."

He's more than happy to shed the disguise, to be honest. It's cooled down a little, but there's no breeze at all right now. He'd be tempted to strip down to an under shirt or just sleep in the bathtub.