Now that, he wasn't expecting, and Jim flinches for a moment as the symbol pops into existence. "Yeah... that's the one." If he had his way, he'd never have to look at it again. But that's not an option, and if this is what it takes to fucking deal with it, then so be it.

"Here's hoping." It'd be a stupid question to ask if this guy is gonna use magic to find it; that's fairly obvious. Under less stressful circumstances, Jim might have more questions about how it works, exercising his normally boundless curiosity about magic. But there'll be time for that later, he hopes, just trusting that the tribune knows what he's doing. And hopefully, that they can get an answer sooner rather than later. "Searching on foot could literally take forever."