Jim had left the table after Marco did, stopping in the kitchen to put his plate in the dishwasher, and since then had withdrawn to his room to be generally worried. It seemed like a bad time to follow Marco—was it? He didn't especially trust his social instincts right now, since his attempt at speaking up for Marco's basic rights seemed to have used up the last of Cecilia's patience. Maybe that had been an inevitability to begin with.
He'd been relieved to see Juno's message on the network, though, since she obviously needed to talk some stuff out. At least it was something he could do. When he heard the knock on the door he got up to answer. "Hey," he said, letting her inside. "Come on in. I'd open by asking if you're okay but it's pretty obvious that you're not, huh?"