"I," Jim says with significant aplomb. "Am a Starfleet captain. USS Enterprise, boldly going where no one has gone before, the whole nine yards. It's great." And he loves it, it's obvious in the fondness of his tone and the slight upward turn of his mouth. It's a muted affection, something deep and established rather than new and exciting, but it's there.

"We travel from world to world. There's a bunch of science involved, but that's more my First Officer's area of expertise than mine. I've got a pretty good grasp on all the various branches but..." he lifts one shoulder in a shrug. "Not really my speed."