Jim's starting to get the hang of this whole 'sneaking off the ship after shift' thing. Not that he's bothered to change out of uniform. The starship captain makes a beeline for the coffee and pastries, though he pauses a moment to make damn sure they're LOL-free. (Get burned like that once, and you never forget it.)

Oh, sweet, fresh fruit too. He does not hesitate for one second before pocketing one of the apples. Armed with a fresh mug of coffee and an apple-cinnamon danish, Jim goes about looking for a good seat. The moment he sits down, an orange kitten leaps up into his lap, poking at the danish with one paw. You better share that, mister.