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[ Jim turns his head when he's approached, a beat later than he notices, not wanting to seem hyper-vigilant. There's a small kernel of relief in him that it's somebody he's already met before - he's only got one bar left on his social batteries tonight, for whatever reason. (Though he's perfectly capable of smoothing that over; a staple skill of all introverts who act like extroverts.) ]

Yeah. [ He offers a subdued, friendly smile. A silent nice-to-see-you-again. ] It's interesting to see the miscalculations of our caretakers.