In the force. Right, that's what they call magic in Han's neck of the multiverse. Jim hums thoughtfully into his drink for a moment. It's definitely good to not have to worry about Leia accidentally running into Felix's familiar or the like and panicking over it.

On the other hand, it probably makes the Pilot here less than comfortable. Especially given his line of questioning earlier.

"I've gotten used to it, more or less." Jim offers after Han's stopped watching and turned his attention back to the bonfire and to their own conversation. "The magic, I mean. Figured I might as well try to study it, figure out what makes it work." Something must. Jim's still convinced of that much.

"Just because I don't understand it yet doesn't mean it'd be impossible to comprehend."