"Sorry about that," he grunts, and reaches out to take them. A puzzled frown, then he rolls his eyes as he realizes what it is. "Ah, yeah. I keep running into these things and they keep spitting out stellar memories like staring at my shoes in high school or, apparently, being really smashed. Hey, this is me and Bones." He holds one up, his expression much more chipper. The gold blurry figure is joined by a blue blurry figure.

Of course, a couple that Jim ends up flipping through aren't his - he double-takes at one, possibly unable to hide the brief hesitation over familiarity. The all-red uniforms; he's seen those before, though whether they're from borrowed memories or the picture his first officer showed him, he's not sure. Either way, not something he should recognize. But-- "Oh, man. You got Q'd?" Dutifully, he hands them over.