Honestly, he's only here because he was on his way elsewhere, redirected into the mess by comedy-of-error doors. When in Rome, though, or whatever, and a sandwich hadn't seemed like the worst compromise. He's skeptical of it now, peeling a tomato slice off his face while upside down, and holding himself against the ceiling with one foot. (Favoring the left; it's had a challenging week, having been close to being described as 'foot soup'.)
The tomato attempts to float away and Jim catches it between halves of the rest of the sandwich like a Looney Tunes character smacking somebody between giant cymbals. Hah.
"There should be an environmental control panel on the far wall where the cabinets stop," Jim says in response to the question, before looking up (down?). For a second he just stares. "Is that a Starfleet uniform?"
gravity!!
Honestly, he's only here because he was on his way elsewhere, redirected into the mess by comedy-of-error doors. When in Rome, though, or whatever, and a sandwich hadn't seemed like the worst compromise. He's skeptical of it now, peeling a tomato slice off his face while upside down, and holding himself against the ceiling with one foot. (Favoring the left; it's had a challenging week, having been close to being described as 'foot soup'.)
The tomato attempts to float away and Jim catches it between halves of the rest of the sandwich like a Looney Tunes character smacking somebody between giant cymbals. Hah.
"There should be an environmental control panel on the far wall where the cabinets stop," Jim says in response to the question, before looking up (down?). For a second he just stares. "Is that a Starfleet uniform?"