[Maybe he'd note that flicker of recognition if he wasn't absolutely dying right now, but James isn't so lucky. As soon as Vincent walks away, he drops back down into the "oh god I'm in so much tummy pain" position, and though it's just a few seconds, it does feel like an eternity.

When he returns though, he lifts his head up again and straightens, taking the little cup of water.]

I shouldn't have had so much...

[To eat. James states the obvious, but it's a little apologetic, as though he's sorry for having make this stranger tend to him now.]

Thanks, Vincent. I'm... [screw up his face, fighting back another pang from his stomach] ...James. I think I just need a few minutes and I'll be okay.

[maybe]