[ Jim's smile is wide and ducks after a moment, hands clasping where he leans over his knees. Instead of answering beyond a nod (getting into that sort of talk now, when he's here to help out Pavel, will lead right down the rabbit-hole) he looks around the room.

The segue isn't subtle at all. Or existent, but whatever. The captain doesn't want to discuss his ship, the one he's still failed to get everyone back on board after too long languishing in the City; it's a sore subject. ]

I have the urge to get all of us settled in the apartments so we're close to each other, but I think it's smarter for you to keep this place. It's kind of like a retreat.