"He lied to me about where he was going to be today. He's seemed restless for weeks now, and I just assumed he was getting a bit pent up from being on the ship for so long." Jim doesn't even realize his hands are shaking until he tries to check his PINpoint again. Seeing it only sets his anger all the closer to the surface in a bid to drown out his panic and wrestle it into something he can control.

"Felix is a lot of things but proactive isn't usually one of them. If he could foist some of the trouble off on me or Stratos I can't imagine him not taking that option. Unless we couldn't know. Unless...I'd try to tell him not to." Or if he'd go in Felix's place? Is all of this His fault? Jim feels sick and dizzy. He needs to sit back down at the edge of the bed. It's more of a stumble.

"He's not answering my messages. I. That place isn't safe. If something's happened..." Jim swallows hard and tries to imagine he's addressing his crew. He has to be in control of himself. "We...might already be fighting the clock on this."