Jim's never going to get tired of the clash of seeing Stratos or Felix pulling out technology like it's no big deal. It's one thing when they're in the Nexus or Jim's world and dressed to blend in, but it looks so incongruous here on Nirn. When they're in hand made garments of leather and wool and no one even knows the meaning of the word 'synthetic'.

He loves it.

"Sure. I just need a minute." Jim doesn't have much with him so it won't take long for him to change into his travelling gear (sturdier trousers and plain leather armor instead of his soft clothes). Lacing up his bracers and guards takes longer than anything but Jim's plucking up his bow in short order and shouldering his empty pack. "Ration up and then head out?"