James watches as Raju's expression changes, as he avoids eye contact, as he tenses to draw the bow; everything else fades out entirely, and the calm James feels when faced with a simple, direct threat settles in place instead. He shifts just slightly on his feet, prepared to move as soon as he sees Raju's movement stop, to try to time his own reaction for the brief moment Raju might need to aim--

And then there's a familiar voice shouting, and although it registers more distantly than it might've otherwise, it's still more than enough for James' attention to shift to its owner. Ah. So Francis does live here.

There's going to be a bit to unpack about this situation, but that will have to wait to see if he gets shot first.