Jim grimaces at the mention of the mash, but it's honestly not surprising that actual food would probably be a poor idea at least at first after what they've gone through. Which means means he's probably even worse off. Ration bars might stay down but anything from the replicator is just asking for his enfeebled insides to mutiny.

"I don't suppose Bones left you any instructions for when I woke up aside from going to see him...?" He doesn't relish the idea of heading down to the medbay just yet. Facing Bones and his completely reasonable questions that Jim won't have an answer for. Or at least, won't want to give an answer for.

And for all his stomach twists painfully at the thought of food within reach, there's a strong urge to just go back to sleep lingering too. Probably not a great sign right now though.