"Because you don't want people to know you've got that," Jim asks, nodding towards the amulet, "or do your people have a Prime Directive? In the Federation, we have a law that says we're not allowed to interfere with the natural development of any culture that isn't prepared for it." It's a somewhat edited version of the Prime Directive, naturally, but Jim is pretty sure he's going to be dancing all around the damn law the whole time he's here, and Starfleet isn't here to watch him do it.

He closes the book, careful not to fold over any of the pages in the process, and hands it back to Shade-Seeker. There's not much sense in hanging onto it if he can't read it, naturally. "Are humans common, where you're from?"