With the bulk of the cleanup done and the remaining Augments handled in one way or another, Jim has been gone for the last couple of days taking a much needed rest. Probably on his Chief Medical Officer's orders, because Jim Kirk is not a man who 'rests' very well at all.

He's in uniform today in the Nexus, looking a bit worn but otherwise fine. The question catches him a bit offguard lost in his thoughts as he is, but he turns to face the newcomer and with a friendly smile.

"Chess. Or mountain climbing. Both are good." Guy's using some dated tech to do...something? Jim isn't sure. He takes a sip of the coffee he has in hand. "How about you?"