[Jim doesn't have the luxury of sleeping late anymore. He's awake before dawn most days, just a couple hours after if he's lucky. The fire is already going when the door goes, and he's already brewing something hot over it for breakfast. He's become a tea drinker despite his best efforts, and this is really only for the lack of anything else. He's not very good at brewing it, but there's a pot ready to go.

He answers the door in his onesie, expects anyone else really, besides a naked stranger. It's so early, that the first thing out his mouth is: ] Ah, geez. [And then: ] No phone out here, I'm afraid. You uh - you better come inside anyway before you catch your death out there.

[He is very politely keeping his eyes on her face. ] I think I have some sweaters that'll see you through today.