Jim falls quiet, watching her closely, praying she comes to. C'mon, you can do it, I don't know you that well but I know you enough to know this is bullshit.

And then she clears the hurdle. Thank fuck.

The abrupt revulsion is probably normal. She had her entire self yanked from her, and Jim's got no clue about the circumstances that led up to her being here. So he just walks around to the other side of the counter and offers her his hand, intent on blowing this joint. At the very least, getting the heck out of this shop and to the other side of town, away from the immediate vicinity of where she's been entrenched.

"Let's go," he says quietly.