Nights were usually pretty quiet around Pickman, Jim appreciated that - both because it meant that his time at the front desk could be spent researching and reading up about his current time, and also because it meant that he was typically not busy when something did happen so he could devote himself to sorting things out, whether it be a Pickman issue or just one of his fellow Mistakes having a hard time.
What he didn't expect was Meggan to suddenly show up looking a little worse for wear, her hair damp, looking maybe a little shorter than the last time he'd seen her, and most importantly she'd been crying if not immediately before she'd stepped through the door than not long prior.
Jim hopped over the desk, landing easily on his feet and crossing the short distance to her, "Hey," he said gently, "Are you okay?" He had already begun steering her in the direction of the desk, he could get her some tea and a blanket and he could figure out what was going on because Meggan was his friend and no one made his friends cry on Jim's watch.