Jim followed dutifully, rubbing the back of his neck and shaking his head as thought to clear as the hissing of medbay doors greet and dismiss their exit. He's quiet until they hit the lift, preoccupied with his thoughts. Trying to remember everyone in security, who he and Dean trust, how feasible a schedule would be. If people would agree to it. What to do with Megamind, knowing how he acts well reflect how people treat him, and he already knows there's doubt brewing out there.

He had to be firm, according to the wraith, and while he wasn't really someone Jim wanted to take advice from, he was right. But he wasn't captain here, and if he lost respect then so could his motley crew. Then again, they could always encourage their turning coat on him publicly to keep him in the loop...

But maybe Jim was getting ahead of himself.