James doesn't feel much better about what he's wearing right now, but at least it's a nice clean shirt, with a comfortable pair of jeans. He'd tried to insist Juliet share a place with Jin or Miles, figuring she'd be more comfortable with one of them, but Miles kept arguing the "Asians oughta stick together," and there was no turning back from that.

He's grateful to Horace for setting them all up nice here, at least, and as it turns out, they need more people running security around here so it's worked out nicely. At the party, all James really cares about is finding Juliet. The moment he spots her, he feels a pang of something in the pit of his stomach, something more emotional than physical, and something he can't even fully identify. He just knows he wants to be near her.

With a grin, he approaches and tips his head to her.

"Well, how 'bout that? You fit right in here, sweetheart. Turnin' into a hippie on me?"