Once it sinks through the panic clouding his brain that he's not in imminent danger of being shanked, Jamie blinks rapidly a few times and slowly relaxes. It's a very gradual thing, like all his joints are encased in melting ice.

"Y-yeah," he manages, relieved that his voice isn't shaking quite as badly as he thought it would. He finally brings one hand up to scrub at his face. "You're - um. How are you doing?"