Right by Eleanor, clustered with the rest of the ship's group, James has his hands in his pockets, wishing that maybe he'd had an extra jacket or something - not that he's comfortable, exactly, with wearing something a replicator made.

But his only other option is his school blazer and he loathes that thing.

He surveys the new planet they've arrived on, his expression as calm as he can keep it, but it's not hard to see that, despite his best efforts, he's impressed. Impressed and a little in awe. That he can be here right now, on another planet after disembarking a bloody spaceship instead of being back home on Earth, stepping off a boring ol' train.

"Christ."