Politely, Jim says nothing about the racy nature of one photo. He doesn't need to see her expression now to know it wasn't something she was thrilled about - it's Q, no one's happy to deal with Q and his bullshit.

"It's a long story," he says wryly. "One that sounds like it didn't make it into any databases after all." Jim doesn't seem surprised by that. It's not that he thinks he's got any kind of long-lasting historical celebrity, but the first thing he had done after the Q encounter was scour all Starfleet records and pry open sealed files looking for anything relevant. He assumes any other captain would do the same.

Photos collected, Jim pushes up to his feet and extends a hand for Kathryn. (Habit.) "I don't mind trading war stories, honestly. You might actually believe it." In the back of his head, he's thinking about that picture with the red uniforms, still. How to ask about that, hmm.