Felix has a way of telling the people from various planes apart and Jim's seen him do it before. It never occurred to him that he'd be equally as able to tell the places themselves apart. Maybe he means he checked to make sure Bones and Spock were the right ones...but again they wouldn't have known who Felix was if they weren't.
Probably. The captain groans in frustration.
Jim's too damn tired to think out the If/Thens of alternate realities and their governance right now. On the one hand his desire to go back to the Nexus with more supplies is redoubled thinking that they've got time on their side, but even that urge is tempered with the slow begrudging realization that Kirk can't help anyone until he's helped himself. Neither Spock nor Bones will even countenance listening to him until he's rested. Recovered enough to be fit for duty.
Or at least what Jim considers to be fit for duty that Bones will relent to. No one's going to help Jim get back into that place looking like he does now. Half dead sitting on his floor in a delirium.
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Probably. The captain groans in frustration.
Jim's too damn tired to think out the If/Thens of alternate realities and their governance right now. On the one hand his desire to go back to the Nexus with more supplies is redoubled thinking that they've got time on their side, but even that urge is tempered with the slow begrudging realization that Kirk can't help anyone until he's helped himself. Neither Spock nor Bones will even countenance listening to him until he's rested. Recovered enough to be fit for duty.
Or at least what Jim considers to be fit for duty that Bones will relent to. No one's going to help Jim get back into that place looking like he does now. Half dead sitting on his floor in a delirium.
"Have you...eaten yet?"