Maggie is on the phone with her roommate, freaking out because she's having a panic attack. Worst panic attack acting ever, by the way. Someone please tell Allison Pill that she isn't on stage. She's on television, so she can tone it the fuck down. She doesn't have her usual panic attack medicine because the guys her roommate brings home apparently stole it out of the medicine cabinet. And from what Maggie says, this happens often. SO STORE YOUR XANAX IN YOUR ROOM AND NOT THE MEDICINE CABINET, IDIOT. God! How is it possible that she even sucks at having a panic attack?
Jim walks out, and Maggie puts the phone down without hanging it up. She tries to get to her feet, but she can't because she's horrible at everything and Jim tells her to sit back down anyway. He takes her pulse and asks her some questions. "Are you a nurse?" Maggie asks. Jim says he has some panic attack experience, having been embedded with a few Marines who suffered from them. "I'm gonna pass out," Maggie says. "It feels like it, but you won't. You're in the second stage of the blah blah blah Army field manual," Jim says. Great. So he knows Maggie's panic attacks better than she does. He tells her to breathe from her abdomen and imagine she's in a safe place with kittens. I'm sorry, but Maggie has had enough issues with panic attacks to have medication for them and for her boyfriend and her roommate to know about them, but not enough to figure this out for herself? "I wish your face would stop moving so I could punch it," Maggie tells the guy who's only trying to help. Jim doesn't just stand up and leave, even though he totally should. Instead he says "you're here, you're part of this group. Everyone likes you." I would hope Maggie's panic isn't about the splash she's made on the ACN social scene but more about all the stress she's built up over time because she is terrible at this and sooner or later someone is going to figure it out.