It was difficult, letting go. Okay, he wasn't on his ship, but Jim needed a job to do. Things got weird when left to his own devices. Not always self-destructively so, but Jim always found work for himself. Right now he was familiarizing himself with the station's systems. The room he'd found tucked away in a corner of the living quarters was currently occupying his attention. It seemed to be relatively spartan, but had a strange concentration of necessities for a room so small so close to the main living areas. No windows, either. It was in the center of the area, no outer hull walls at all. But it was also unoccupied, and Jim was poking around the few corners when he heard someone approaching from without.