[The sight causes James to freeze a little in a sharp spike of caution. The larger vines and leaves, perhaps, were to be expected. But when he catches sight of those flowers (glowing, alien, their smell indescribable), that's when James really does feel a strange spike of anxiety.

Because all around himself, he can sense more than just the steady feeling of life that all plants emanate, their very essences. There's something more; it's a sentience. And for some reason, it's almost as if they've stepped right into its maw.

He's glad Ian is keeping close. He points his phone's light at one of the flowers.]

I think I agree with you, Ian.

[He sets his jaw, swallowing.] So, I have a theory. I'm sure it makes me sound mental, but I'll share it with you anyway. There's something decidedly unearthly about this flora, and I mean that quite... literally.