Either these are sandwiches Superman-made and they're amazing, or they're sandwiches Jim made and they're fine, but slightly haphazard. It is a mystery. Anyway, container on table, Jim puts the backpack away (chucks it onto his bed), and then goes about pulling his jacket off and fetching himself a beer as well.

"I do, in fact," he says, shaking his hair out. Feeling somewhat grimy after the transition from being very dry and tidy to suddenly drenched in hot humidity. In front of the fridge, he fusses around pulling up part of his shirt in puzzlement over trying to decide whether or not he actually smells or not. Smooth operator, over here. "I've been up in their labyrinth and seen the inhumane experiments they run, I've been involved in the investigations to find them after that, and was part of a team that rescued abductees in Wyver from them. What do you want to know?"