Jim doesn't sink another ball on his next shot, instead scattering a small cluster that had come to rest close together. He takes a step back from the edge of the table and picks up his drink in his free hand.

He's never really known what to say to something like that. None of the things people have ever said to him on the subject have come off as unhelpful at best, and at worst, patronizing. What's worse, he can't commiserate on the level he really wants to, still bound by the classified parts of his personal history that involve any mention of his presence at the Tarsus IV massacre. So instead he just gives her an honest, somber, and sympathetic, "That sucks."