"Well, another set of eyes looking over me isn't a bad thing. God knows the kind of trouble that tends to find me." He looks down at the kitten play-biting at his thumb. "Right?"

Tiber's small enough for Jim to tuck safely into his coat pocket where he'll be nice and warm even outside. He pokes his fuzzy little head out once he's comfy and rests his chin on the outside lip of the pocket. Already his little eyes are drifting closed. So much adventure for such a little kitten!

"Oh, hey that'll come in real handy." Jim flips through the book, skimming the contents in a quick glance at the kind of information contained therein. "You really did think of everything, didn't you?"