"Exploring strange new worlds and civilizations," he says with a grin, and to anyone familiar with the type, there's a look in his eye that speaks to a wanderlust, and a passion to seek out the unknown out among the stars. "There's so much out there and we haven't even scratched the surface."

Some of the languages may not be familiar enough for his universal translator implant to pick up on, but one constant of the multiverse seems to be pushy sales people, and Jim puts on a charming grin and shakes his head whenever one of the merchants tries to get a little too enthusiastic about hawking their wares at him.

And once they arrive at their destination, he looks it over with a critical eye. He's never been to Vulcan itself, not unless you count the stratosphere, so he's not entirely familiar with their architecture. But this structure certainly looks like their style, carved out of reddish stone, the entrance flanked by two laser-cut statues of humanoids with pointed ears. "Yeah, I'd say so."