[ His smile lights up at that, astonishment bridged with gratitude the like of which he doesn't often feel because it takes a lot for someone to nail what Jim wants on the head and Kathryn isn't really aware of having done it. The offer fills him with a sense of purpose and he sits a little straighter. ]

Thanks. Y'know, I've been tearing through an old PADD — iPad? — and it's not too shabby anymore, I could make another one for you if you need somewhere to store your thoughts. There's an adaptable map I can transfer, it picks up Starfleet comm signals with enhanced carrier waves so I know where my crew is — and, uh, yours too. Sorry. It was more trouble than it was worth to take off those alerts. I'm working on making it holographic so it's easier to tell where the underground runs, that might be a while without the proper krellide power cells, though. Gotta love the Stone Age.

I've been running up extra segments for my thesis just for something to do, putting a few psych reports on it alongside my logs. [ He raises his brows and gestures from where his hands rest in his lap. ] Want one?