Don't believe in no-win scenarios

Jim hangs back in the kitchenette area, not really sure he wants to see what a space-cannibal steak looks like. He's content just leaning in the doorway and observing this, thanks.

"This guy sounds like a total dick." Even if Jim didn't have a problem with authority figures this would still be true. He snorts at Verity's comment though. "Some of the big operations do. But th'family farm's been ours for generations. We don't have crops or the like anymore. Just a few animals--well. We used to."

"So how can you tell what's what anyway. You guys have a scanner or something that can act like a spectrometer or what?"