[ Jim's bedroom door is open and he's dragged on a t-shirt over his slacks, albeit a pointless attempt to dress when he's slid down against the wall outside his door and coughed a red mess over a shielding arm. The pain-killer meds he's been on have assisted him in leaving his room, but even if he can't feel the weakening of his organs it's still a very real thing and with an additional fever-migraine running rampant, he's a literal hot mess.
When the door slams open, however, he ignores his state and points to the table. ]
Get me the comms.
[ There's no doubt why Bones has obviously raced back in a hurry after that man just posted on the network. Jim needs to warn their people, now. ]
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When the door slams open, however, he ignores his state and points to the table. ]
Get me the comms.
[ There's no doubt why Bones has obviously raced back in a hurry after that man just posted on the network. Jim needs to warn their people, now. ]