[ So he is one of theirs-- refugee, beamed down from Thesa, and Jim's not just hallucinating from alien booze. Cool. ]

Yeah, some ecosystem this planet has. Almost Earthlike in how everything changes two hundred miles apart. [ He moves away from the door of the bar, body language relaxed, but not planted. Happy to fuck off if Eyeballs doesn't feel like chatting. ]

Not a bad place to start life over. Or say that's what's going on, anyway.