Good thing he's set the coffee down, because he gets what the magnitude of that reaction is. His hands move reflexively into an outward-sweeping gesture, one that he picked up fast because it's not that different from what it would be on Earth: calm. But Jedao's not a damn Belter, and he cuts it off halfway.

"Hey," says Jim. "Hey. Jedao. I'm not fucking judging you for wanting to get out of there, okay? Or judging you for fighting them." Or arguing with the fact that he got a lot of good people killed.