He flounders, making a tensed noise in the back of his throat. It almost comes rushing out all at once but he stops himself. He wants to tell Jacob, but there's something in the back of his mind that tells him if he talks about what happened... then somehow it would bring an outbreak here.

"Look, you're..." he brings up the arm he'd installed an 'omnitool' on, flipping through it looking for a program that can be used to draw or record physical motion. "I don't mean to overstep my bounds on this ship, but you and your company are pretty deep in paramilitary, secretive shit, right?"

Isaac had been on enough military ships with sensitive information on them to smell a jump in paygrade from the other side of the deck, and Jacob's vessel felt like it was humming with info he wasn't supposed to look too closely at. Why he's asking, however, is for the sake of putting his mind at ease.