Jim had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. It was funny in a sick sort of way. But he just had to think about wanting to sleep with Nero or Spock and that killed any desire to laugh at her. To her face anyway. He'd already laughed before she got there.

He took his time with pouring himself a drink, a rich old scotch on the rocks that he favored, before sitting in his desk chair.

"It does now. The Admiral made it exist."