That seems to spark some sort of memory in Richard.

"How did you know, anyway?" he asks. "The other day when we were rehearsing. That I'd worked with her before?"

Jim couldn't have researched him. Could he?

Having the distraction does seem to put him a bit more at ease; enough that he finally walks into the room and even examines some of the items on a nearby counter. He's not sure if any of them are dangerous, though, so he doesn't dare touch. He's seen enough episodes of Star Journeys to know that anything completely benign and harmless looking will kill you dead in ten minutes.

At least he's not wearing a red shirt today.