[There are plenty of chairs still scattered around the art room if she decides to pull one up and, either out of politeness or general lack of knowledge on whether or not it would be polite to sit while she stands, Jamie stays standing. Behind him there's an easel and canvas set up with three chairs, one with a pair of mugs on it, the middle one empty and the third with brushes and a metal palette covered in wet paint.]

...Ah. Right. I should've guessed someone would ask about her. [He folds his arms across his chest and looks down at his feet like he's mulling over the answer.] Bolton and I, we...didn't take care of her personally. Obviously, why did I even say that? But, um... [He's floundering for words a little, give him a moment, Thomasin.]