"I know you didn't." Jim touches Hunter's arm back, accepting the apology that he doesn't think he was even owed. "I'm... not used to people not knowing whose son I am anymore. Didn't even occur to me that... well, anyway." He mentally shakes himself a little.

Well, it's not like the story is a secret, and he sort of owes Hunter an explanation. "It's a long story. Short version... my dad took command of a ship called the Kelvin while it was under attack by an unknown alien vessel. He bought time for eight hundred people to evacuate, including my mom, and rammed the Kelvin into the other ship. He died a hero, and I was born during the middle of the whole clusterfuck, so you can probably imagine what kind of attention my family got while I was growing up." What kind of attention he still gets.