Insect larvae. Yum. Jim's eaten some weird things in his time out in the Black but there's always some things that are easier to wrap his head (or stomach in this case) around than others. Of course, he's eaten giant tarantula meat before thanks to Harrowheart and that honestly tasted pretty similar to shellfish. So while it's not the most appetizing option it might honestly taste just fine. Who even knows? Besides, Jim's got a small allergy kit wrapped carefully up in plenty of native cloth sitting at the bottom of his pack if he needs it.

"Whatever you end up trying I'll take as well." Simpler than trying to remember and pronounce all of those names again. The captain pauses where he's knelt over his pack tucking away his goggles and mask when the door opens. Dunmer aren't a race he's had a chance to meet many of, though in features they're not so different from some of the other peoples he has had a chance to meet during his time knowing the Caeluses.

"Thank God." It's a good thing the Dunmer girl has left already because Jim doesn't catch his own relieved exclamation until she's gone. "Damn, I mean--whatever. I need to be more careful about that." A chance to clean up sounds divine in any language. "I'll be quick." Jim murmurs before he sets about stripping down so he can shake out his clothes and clean up.