[ He can tell the guy's not talking to him but Jim answers anyway, only briefly glancing over his shoulder. ]

There's gotta be some tools on that ship. If only we could be in there for longer than five minutes.

[ That frustrates him more than anything. Knowing he could probably find a lot of useful things in there, along with information, but being impossible for him to survive long enough to succeed.

As the woman steps up to the statue, Jim drops his hand, watching her for a few seconds before asking curiously. ] What are you doing?