Jim isn't quite sure what to make of Steve's sudden departure, left standing there making sure Sarah gets sufficiently petted while they wait, and he is even less sure what to think when the man comes out looking like someone crossed some kind of paratrooper uniform and the old flag of the United States of America. His eyebrows leap up towards his hairline as he looks Steve over, kind of stunned at the flashiness of it. It makes even the colorful Starfleet duty uniforms look tame in comparison.

On the bright side, he has suddenly completely forgotten they were saying anything whatsoever about George Kirk.

"That's your uniform?" he asks, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.