My foot was almost entirely burned off by toxic zombie dragon acid right before you two woke up, [ Jim says, in the same even tone as discussing the weather. ] It was a wild time, you missed it.

[ The covering goes back over his head, knowing better than to let himself get a chill despite wanting the breather. At least the Natha tried with their kits, but after a few hours in this weather, even the highest tech is going to leave a person miserable. ]

You're from Scotland. [ Surely that's in your genes, Scotty. He looks over at Janeway, tragically trapped in a tiny shelter with these two idiots - ] Where're you from?