[ Jim looks between the woman and the water, and focuses on her instead of the glowing water. He focuses on her because it's better than what he's feeling and reliving in his head. He nods quickly. ]

Yeah, I---[ He heads over to the nearest chair, and sits. He rubs his hand again on his pant leg, trying to dry it and dispel the lingering after effects of the reaction, but they don't seem to be willing to part from him so easily as they came.

The way she hovers though, hands out like he might bolt or fall over at any given second--- he puts his other hand up. ]---I'll be fine. I just---I wasn't expecting anything like that.

Not at all.

[ He tries, lamely, for humor, cause that's a default reaction for him. ] Creepy pools on strange spaceships, who knew that was a good way to get messed with and meet people at the same time, right?

Thanks, for uh, not being more weirded out than you are already, I guess. I'm Jim, by the way.

[ Because talking is helping him not think about what other things are going through his mind, and he desperately wants to not think about those things. ]