Of course Jim is at the suspension stage. He's in the front row, clad in dark jeans and a crisp white dress shirt, the top two buttons undone, the sleeves rolled up to mid-forearm, his hair artfully tousled. He leans forward in his seat, forearms resting on his knees, so he can look up at the girl suspended above him.

The expression on his face, as he takes this in, is a clear mix of oh my god, what the hell and ...that looks like fun.

It's probably a good thing he doesn't have McCoy in tow.