It's bound to be a strange sight, the two men sitting across from each other with one patient and staring and the other sobbing his eyes and his heart out. Fortunately, no one passing by the car seems interested in lingering long enough to peer in the windows and really try to sum up the situation, and they're afforded as much privacy as one is ever bound to find in the Capitol.

"No trouble," he replies, averting his eyes out of something like respect as James sniffles and nods. "I hope you'll believe what it says on the sign, now, at least."