"Don't you get sick of people talking down like they're better than you?" JIm knows how that feels, and man. He sympathizes. But he's not getting closer to clap Clint on the shoulder because he's busy dealing with the ex-food Jim has no interest in seeing or smelling more than necessary.

"Dear god, you see a cut up face under-imposed on their current face? That is so bizarre." Jim shudders slightly, before making a sort of low noise. "So...d'you see me like a corpse or something?" It's the first time he's brought it up conversationally like this. His voice has gone all quiet.