"Ninety-eight degrees and you want your jacket?" Jim stretches his arms above his head and scrunches his face up, though he doesn't yawn. It'll be nice to wander around somewhere, not that the TARDIS isn't endlessly exciting. You know, with its toasters and its phones and its endless bickering. (Somehow, he's getting used to the Doctor. Almost fond... in a way.)
All the same, he keeps his own jacket, which is probably even hotter, being leather. You just never know, do you? He doesn't look a damn thing like a Starfleet officer, but he figures that's fine. He isn't Captain Kirk out here, just some guy tagging along with an alien nutjob. At least it's entertaining. He looks over at Dorothy, eyebrows raised. "After you."
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Date: 2009-08-17 01:12 am (UTC)All the same, he keeps his own jacket, which is probably even hotter, being leather. You just never know, do you? He doesn't look a damn thing like a Starfleet officer, but he figures that's fine. He isn't Captain Kirk out here, just some guy tagging along with an alien nutjob. At least it's entertaining. He looks over at Dorothy, eyebrows raised. "After you."