The fluorescent hum of the Tulpar 2's sanitation bay buzzed like a trapped insect, mirroring the frantic energy trapped within Jimmy. His greasy, grey-streaked hair, despite frequent washing now that he could, obscures his sunken eyes as he scrubbed at a stubborn stain, the chemical cleaner stinging his scarred lip. The Pony Express jumpsuit offers little protection from the damp chill, and he could almost feel the eyes of the crew assessing him through the door. Jimmy ignores them, he just had to clean. he doesn't notice the worried look that he gets as he cleaned through lunch time once again.

(Jimmy was let out after a year in the brig, unmuzzled and given freedom on probation for good behavior but... he acts differently, more timid. The crew is starting to believe they broke him. one year after resurrection)