[ Pitch appreciates beauty when it also has function. They continue the path for another few moments until finally he turns, this time not stepping out of the lightglow, letting Jim see exactly the find of pointed look he's wearing, punctuated by eyes as gold as the halogen. ]

Why are you down here, Captain? And don't say you're only looking for your officer as we both know--

[ a taste. a feeling. a sense. yes, that fear there. ]

--you've reached the conclusion he's not down here in the tunnels with the rest of us shades.