[ One thing Jim has learned while living on a starship is to never expect any common area to be completely private in a place like this, no matter what time of day. Everyone has their own schedules, their own habits, and even shifts make it so that people are often awake at odd hours. It's technically 'night' now, but not everyone is in bed and asleep, as is the case here.
Then again, a guy can't just decide when he's having a panic attack (or whatever it is this guy's dealing with). Jim gets it. Even being used to deep space, this is all a bit overwhelming. ]
Run, [ he answers, looking down at himself, then watching the stranger again. The mask is a weird choice, but sure. Whatever works for him. ] Alcoholic, I take it?
[ He gestures to a cupboard a little more to the side, then heads there to dig out a bottle that was sort of hidden behind other things. ]
Do me a favor and don't drink it all. Precious commodity, around here.
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Then again, a guy can't just decide when he's having a panic attack (or whatever it is this guy's dealing with). Jim gets it. Even being used to deep space, this is all a bit overwhelming. ]
Run, [ he answers, looking down at himself, then watching the stranger again. The mask is a weird choice, but sure. Whatever works for him. ] Alcoholic, I take it?
[ He gestures to a cupboard a little more to the side, then heads there to dig out a bottle that was sort of hidden behind other things. ]
Do me a favor and don't drink it all. Precious commodity, around here.