Jim's smile doesn't really waver, and he lets that be his answer without saying anything. Settling in was one way to put it, as far as being completely alone in a foreign landscape, drafted to fight in a war that violated the Prime Directive and rooming with a young alien went.

"Have you been out this way before?" He redirects as he heads out of the lobby, glancing up and down the crumbling street. "If we find a cafe, I'll give my left hand for a coffee."