Kyle will never get used to being called sir. It's fine when he wants the respect, but he doesn't need that from Chekov. Besides, Jim deserves the lion's share of it.

He hops out of the hovercar, and it vanishes. Stretching, he follows Chekov, frowning when the door isn't locked (did everyone in the future do that?) and oohs and ahhs at the interior, offering brief commentary on possible colour schemes for the walls.

'Nice,' he finishes.