It really does feel clumsy when he tries to decipher her handwritten note again, his mind still swirling with impressions and ideas that he hadn't even known were there, echoes that are slow to fade now that he's aware of them. He's certainly got a lot to think about, after that.

Jim nods slowly, looking back up at her with a small smile. "Mayhap. When we tsuri sprek, we sollte sprek about ikh encore." With as limited as their communication is at the moment, he's confident that trying to discuss it now is gonna be an even worse headache for the both of them. Seems like his whole life revolves around waiting lately, but he's looking forward to getting to pick her brain about this, when they can speak more clearly than scribbled notes and hand gestures.