Jim's pretty sure he's going to have a hell of a time getting to sleep tonight, but he's going to give it a shot anyway. He's just gotten into bed when his communicator beeps, and he fumbles for it, half-hoping it's Hunter and expecting it's something ship-related.

If he'd been feeling tired at all before, the sleepiness is chased away the instant he sees who's calling. He sits up in bed, and opens the channel. "Hunter?"