"She would, wouldn't she?"

Either that or an aneurysm listening to so many people butcher languages they barely know trying to communicate with each other. Jim snorts, but it's an affectionate noise. Though mentioning her has an idea coming to Jim's head.

"Hey, Can you hold the fort here for a minute? I'm going to PINpoint back to the base and make sure our translators aren't fried for good. We're going to have a hell of a time explaining it if they are."