Jim speaks first, setting his lemonade down on the low table in front of the couch. "So, we all haven't been completely honest here."

McCoy frowns deeply, a flicker of guilt crossing his face. "Now, Jim..."

Uhura picks up on his choice of phrasing right away, of course. There's a reason she's earned her place as the head of communications aboard the Enterprise. "I assume it's nothing classified," she says, her gaze flicking to Hunter.

Jim tries not to laugh. "I don't even know who would classify it if it was."