"Good to see you too." Jim's smile is tired but sincere, the black eye making him look a little worse off than he really is. Is it luck, training, or simply fate? You can never tell with the multiverse. But if the worst that he's come away with is a few bruises, Jim's not inclined to complain.

He's still not quite comfortable with his assigned quarters, but that will fade in time as he adjusts, he knows. With the state of things now... he rather doubts that he or any of his crew will be on the go again in the near future.

Jim leaves the bottle on the table within pouring distance, setting a glass on either side. "Sure, I can do that. I haven't been there in a while. You're playing white this time, right?"