Consider his attention firmly grabbed, Adia. He stares at her for a moment, unable to process that, until incomprehension gives way to dread. Up until this point, it hasn't even crossed his mind that there might be a Khan or two on the loose, let alone one that could circumvent the anti-violence field to such a drastic degree. He wants to ask if this is some kind of really tasteless joke, but he can read the truth on her face. "He's in stasis," he says, already running through contingency plans in his head, ideas to run past Spock, to make damn sure that Khan is going to stay where they put him. "It can't hurt to take extra precautions..." He wants to ask how the hell the other Khan got out, but it seems like that might not be the right line of questioning right now, especially not of someone who clearly has her own trauma to deal with. Jim shifts uncomfortably in his chair, feeling the phantom ache in his back and muscles from his own healed injuries, only a few months ago.

After that, it's oddly mundane to be worrying about family problems. He fidgets with his coffee cup, needing something to do with his hands. Depending on her assumptions, she still might not be wrong. "How so?"