He's been searching for Torunn ever since the jump. Since he saw her and like the idiot he was, he'd just sent her on ahead to her room, to recover and figure things out. Figure this ship out. But when he'd gotten to the room she was supposed to be in, she'd never made it there. It was untouched. Still. The air was stale with disuse and she was gone.

James has been searching ever since. Ignorant of his surroundings, his need for rest and food and anything other than the mind-crushing, heart-wrenching pain of gaining and losing someone so quickly. And in the end? He's tired. He's pained. He feels like lying down and giving up, just waiting and counting the days until the next jump, until he can try again.

And that's how he comes to find Libby, sitting shirtless and stabbing herself with a needle, leaving blood and a weird marking in her skin. He can smell the tang of something... unpleasant in the air, the wash of old sickness that has his nose screwing up slightly, but who is he to judge? No, instead, his eyes are focused in on the needles she's pushing into her skin, the feathers on her arms and back not even registering as something he should notice.

"What are you doing?"