when I look at the stars I feel like myself

A drunk woman spending the night in your room isn't going to look any better, Bones. You really think anyone's going to miss the walk of shame tomorrow morning? [All the same, he guided Sulu back over to the bed, sitting her down. He was mildly bitter about the arrangement, but he managed to keep it from showing. Jim was the master of repression.] Fine. It's your reputation.