Jim stared at Uhura during her... lecture, or whatever. Contrary to some opinion, much of it probably centered in this room and wherever Spock was, Jim was capable of operating on multiple levels at once. Right now, he was watching Uhura hold her tits and look all gooey as she spoke like she was going to melt right into the floor, and damn was that hot. Uhura wasn't an ice queen, by any means, but she was professional and it wasn't Jim's fault if all this talk was turning him on. Turning him on more, that was. Bones too, by the look of the man.

But he was also listening. In increasing disbelief as her words piled up. Not at the content of her speech itself, but at her tone. She sounded... surprised.

"Seriously, are you just figuring that out?" he said when she finally stopped. "Look, we've been on missions before where my pants stayed quite comfortable the entire time. Once or twice. I could have told you what was going on five minutes after we got here. I thought it was sort of... obvious. I mean even before the hour I just spent trying to find their... you know. Because this place? This place is doing it right."

Which was to say, it perfectly matched Jim's own philosophy of life and love and as such, seemed absurdly normal to him. Uhura's wonder was incomprehensible.