Dunno. [ Deceptively light. Jim moves away. ] I've never stunned a whatever-that-is before, or a terran vulture.

[ He know the look, even when it's presented as just a strip of eyes above a bandanna-- being almost recognized in some way, being searched. Jim's been in enough trouble to be able to clock someone sizing him up, could do it even before Starfleet and tangling with different universes and timelines, but now's not the time to press it.

Face covering's probably a good idea. Spacegod only knows what he's breathing in. ]

What's up with the locals? Our escort down wasn't very illuminating, just said they're 'wound up'.