A little more than an hour ends up passing before there's sound of someone briskly approaching the front door - still within the realm of relatively punctual. "Hey," Jim calls as he opens the door, more to announce his presence as Not An Armed Robber than actually say hello. A dark blonde head pops in, followed by the rest of him, and Jim heaves a dramatic sigh as the door closes behind him.

"Being in crisp recycled air for a few days really drills home how awful humidity is," he laments, but it's in good humor. Jim grins. "Glad to see you made it in once piece. Everything okay?"