Jim catches the helmet with a surprised sound, immediately studying it with interest. "Jim Kirk," he answers distractedly, looking up and gesturing to his companion. "And he's Licyn."

Looking back to the helmet, he gives it an overall glance, then hands it back before the sailors start getting suspicious of his keen interest. His gaze meets Licyn's, and his lips curl into a wide, amused smile.

"Oh, I never go down without a pal," he grins cheekily, then shrugs. "Sounds adventurous enough. Maybe if your Captain leaves us waiting for much longer, who knows. We'll see."