Jim looks a little guilty. "I didn't want you to be worried and it's hard to talk about it without mentioning details about what happened. You're a smart guy; you might've figured out I died and that's classified."

If ever he needed proof that it's a bad idea for him to be out among strangers, now is the time. It's bad enough that he just spit out one of Starfleet's best-kept secrets to a civilian, even if that civilian is a friend. Can't put the cat back in the bag once you let it out. So he resists the urge to clamp a hand over his mouth, too late to make a difference. "And now you know anyway. I'm sorry. Don't freak out." He's not sure if he's saying that to Hunter or to himself.