The ship is starting to go, I'm not sure how much she can take before she breaks apart completely.

[ Jim isn't a fan of it, save when he was younger, but that was only bar room brawls. He doesn't have the stomach for blood, and he's seen far too much death in his life up to this point. Enough that even having to take a life, when it becomes necessary, still haunts him and informs his steps. ]

I'll forgive you this once.

[ Said teasingly, even as he lowers his weapon a little when no more monsters appear, and offers a crooked grin, though the light doesn't quite reach his eyes. ]

Thanks, but I can't go yet. There's still people on board, but you two should think about going. If you want---stay as long as you can, and I'll send who I find your way.