Jim's apology is a quiet murmur barely more than a breath that forms the words, so quiet is it in this close room. He looks up and meets their gazes one by one and stops when he locks eyes with Felix. As ever, some of the tension in his face eases then.

He's got the crew. Plus Felix and Stratos. It's more than enough and soon he might have even more to count among the number.

"One less factor to worry about for the preparations, at least. It's not a fresh wound, sir. Do not trouble yourself about it. You had no way of knowing."