Jim's eyes shifted from staring at the floor to up at Sherr and brightened. "I was wondering when you would. Was traffic bad?" He smirked, teasing tone as he spoke.
"Whatever they wanted," Jim answered with a click of his tongue. "I don't like being a punching bag." Once up, Jim had to lean completely on Sherr. His leg was worse than he figured, but it was probably his fault. He did get pretty mouthy with the guys and paid or not, they clearly took aggression out on him.