"Yeah, it sucks," Jim says, though he doesn't seem all that bothered. A little sweaty, sure, but he's dealt with worse - and he's just not a complainer, in general. Unless it's superficial bitching, in which case: game on. He sets his backpack down on the table and unzips it, pulling out a plastic tupperware-like container. "Brought some sandwiches from the station," he explains. "I dunno how into my terrible cooking you'd be."

(He's also slightly weird about food going to waste, and between knowing most people aren't going to eat his awful attempts and the station being abandoned-- that's a story for ... never, actually.)

"Sorry to hear about the exchange going to hell, by the way. I'm sure there'll be plenty of noise about it soon."