"What kind of danger are we talking about here?" Jim looks quite serious now. He's thinking. His tongue swipes across his lower lip; it's a habit he has when he's stressing over something or nervous.

"If this is just 'my world is kinda dangerous' then I'd say she can probably look out for herself so long as she's smart. If this is 'there's a very real danger something could happen to her' then you have a choice to make. Could you live with yourself knowing you could have done something and didn't?" It's a blunt question, and Jim meets her gaze when he asks it.

"If not, you get her safe and figure out what to do after. And...you don't have to do it alone. Whatever it is."