Jim was happy enough to be meeting someone else in the house; after years of living in community, he didn't like eating alone, and even when he didn't feel like talking to the others it was good just to know they were there. The Oblates were probably losing their minds with worry right about now, which he didn't like thinking about, so he focused on the practical: his mouth tasted like death after being asleep for however long, and the bathroom was fully supplied, so he got up to brush his teeth. Cushy decor, same old grocery store brand soap and toothpaste as he used at home. Clearly someone running this place shopped at Loblaws too.
He wandered over to the now-unlocked door to check for short redheads, and found her by the first landing. She seemed friendly, and probably the type who would nervously lob a few sexual remarks at him. Some people always had to do that and get it out of their system—it generally settled down after a few minutes. Jim still got breakfast company out of the deal so he was fine with that. But he just smiled and offered his hand. "Nice to finally meet you in person after our many years of extensive correspondence, hi."