"And, what do you feel like the consequences are, Lieutenant?" Jim took a seat at the table in his room, crossing his legs because he was a woman, sitting in the chair like he would his chair on the bridge. Somewhere along the way, every chair had become that chair. "I've already spoken with Bones on the matter, I'd just like to hear your thoughts. Though I'm sure you two have discussed it at length by now. You're friends now, right?" Okay, so that was the slightest slip of passive aggression, but it was entirely passable as a genuine question given the topic at hand, so Jim remained impassive.