It's a bit of thing, coming back from the dead. Jim's done his best to put a smile on his face, act like nothing's bothering him but he hasn't gotten one good night's sleep since he showed up. He wakes up, drenched in sweat, feeling the radiation slithering through his body, racking him with pain, with shakes, with sickness and he can't move. He sees the faces of his crew standing above him, solemn and grim, shaking their heads, and he can't move.

He can't move he can't move he can't move and then he's awake, a scream dying on his lips. Thank goodness the walls seem to be well built since no one's said anything.

But, he's awake now and everything's fine. He's trying to make a point of finding everyone he can, meeting them, talking to them, figuring things out, and then, hopefully, doing what he can to help.

There's no captain's chair for him to sit in, no enemy for him to direct the Enterprise towards but he's not incapable. Death was an obstacle that he beat. This'll be one too.

There's someone else in the mess when he strides in and Jim pulls up short when he realizes the guy's knitting. He tilts his head, watches for a few seconds and then just has to ask, "You knitting a scarf? My grandmother used to one for me every winter. Loved those things."