[ Jim nods his assent slowly, the concern clear in his steady blue gaze - no longer iced over with madness but warmer, crystal water. The buzzing from Spock's side of the bond, Jim pushes back, trying to stay grounded in the here and now and not lose himself to the turmoil again. He has no idea if the Gnosia can re-infect him while they're connected, and he'd rather they find Spock and Peter and cure the Vulcan before they have to find out.

He'd make a joke about how often he loses his shirt, but Jim's not sure either of them are in the mood for it. At least this isn't his uniform shirt, because it'd be a real bummer to ruin the only one he's got on him here in Aldrip. ]

And...those people. We need to free them, get them medical attention. [ He'd lost count of how many were trapped in that building. Deactivating the traps so no one else fell prey to them... ] Oh god, Claude. Fuck -

[ Jim tries to stand too fast and staggers, blood rushing in the wrong direction. Still, he relentlessly pushes on, catching himself on another nearby car. ] Fuck, he's stuck in the bottle dungeon -

[ What the hell had they been doing? ]