"Better to band together, I say," says Jim, which should be no surprise to a man responsible for a crew of hundreds locked into a flying metal disc in space.

"I've been focused on getting out," he muses, both elbows slung over the back of the bench. "Figuring out how better to survive here feels like defeat, but Spock would say it's practical. So."

Jim shrugs. "When do we start?"