He really is assured by that, funnily enough. The smile he wears seeps away as Jim freezes and closes his eyes, sighing slowly when he realizes what his big mouth's gotten him into.

"Damn." He isn't thinking straight, not with the migraines and pain-killers blotting his thoughts here and there, and that isn't something he would have otherwise let slip. Not like that. "I told you I wasn't very well when I arrived here. That wasn't exactly accurate — or it wasn't accurate enough."

Wondering how to go about explaining, he opts for the easiest route. Implying is going to be a lot better for everyone rather than spelling out an exact chain of events.

"Have you ever heard of a man called Khan?"