It's a diplomatic way of saying they each think the other can suck it more often than not. It's what happens when two emotionally unstable people run into each other at bad times in their lives - and when one doesn't want to deal with all the crazy the other and her weapons could bring into his life. At least she's grown since meeting the last Jim?

"We..." A beat as she crosses her arms in front of her chest. Shifts her weight into one hip and motions to the general area of the Nexus behind her with one hand. Then frowns hard. No, that's not the right way to start this. Try again, Amelia.

"You see he and I..." A sigh. Nope, that's not right either. Time for some creative truth telling?

She looks Jim square in the eyes, a hint of nervousness mixed in with her earnestness. "I hit on him. And because I wasn't in a good place to think about such things and carry weapons I know how to use quite well, he brushed me off. Poorly." However this Jim wants to take that last word is up to him. No matter what he decides, it's probably right. Neither the other Jim nor Amelia are very good at this sort of thing.

She sighs looks away from him, crossing both arms in front of her chest again. "I can stand to be around him and answer his questions and calls for help if I think he's being serious, but as you can probably guess, I'm not eager to count him among my friends." But she's not saying she hates him, so... progress?