So, this is Felix. Jim certainly doesn't plan to hold that frosty reception against him; after all, he's pretty wound up himself, trying to find out what the fuck happened to the other captain. Maybe it's a shame that they're meeting like this, but at the very least, their goal is the same.

To that end, he pays close attention to the mage as he speaks, trying to fit together the scattered clues he's gotten so far into a picture that makes sense. "Starfleet does have codes like that, but if you haven't talked about it before..." Jim frowns, rubbing at his beard as he thinks. There are a few possibilities, but to narrow it down... "What are the numbers? I might be able to recognize it. Or at least take a guess what he was thinking."