Jim doesn't tend to pay kids much mind around here. They're not all that common but plenty of folks live in the Nexus full time and it stands to reason they'd have kids of their own, you know? But then, most of the locals don't tend to spend much time in the Plaza where all the 'tourists' frequent. The Starfleet captain's pouring over a glass tablet-ish looking device when he's grabbed by the sleeve.

The kid is scrawny, blonde, and obviously in pain. Or at least real strong discomfort.

"Oh...yeah okay. I'm sure we can scrounge some up for you, kid. They've got first aid kits around here. You're not having a reaction to something here, are you? Light sensitivity or something?" Jim's quick to get out of his seat and steady the kid with one hand.

"Come on. I"ll see what we can find."