"Sorry, sorry. I'm just...I'm a bit of a mess right now. I really do apologize."

Jim's fidgeting with the ties and stays of his clothing while he stops his pacing to talk to this new person he's nearly run into. Even when he's standing he's never truly still. Typical human.

"Okay yeah, that's fine on paper and all but--" Could it really be so easy? Jim Kirk is a practiced diplomat who has acted in Starfleet's stead to oversee numerous public affairs and peace talks on the Federation's behalf and he's afraid of a middle aged wizard from a world that doesn't have electricity. Jim sighs deeply and drags his fingers through his hair.

"I'm so worried I'm going to screw something up. It's driving me mental."