[ He listens, pauses, and nods. He understands. They're a kind of chosen family, with all the togetherness and all the feuds that go with it, and they belong with each other - in some crazy fashion or another. After that moment he continues walking.
Jim's not good at this either. But he appreciates it.
Down a hallway, something whizzes by Jim's head and plops into the bulkhead.
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Jim's not good at this either. But he appreciates it.
Down a hallway, something whizzes by Jim's head and plops into the bulkhead.
.. A snowball. ]
Oh. [ Jim heaves a sigh. ] Great.
[ Onward!! To his quarters. ]