He chuckles a little in response to her question, though he's not laughing at her. "In spirit, probably. Letter, not so much. I don't think Starfleet honestly considered alternate universes until fairly recently, so there's no official policy yet." He'd be very surprised if nothing was in the works, though. Not after Nero, and Ambassador Spock.

He heads inside, and immediately takes note of the familiar scent of incense, traces of sandalwood and rose, or close enough. Jim has noticed the same smell in Spock's quarters, or lingering on his first officer's clothing, further cementing his certainty that they're in the right kind of place. It's not just food items on offer, but a diverse mix of cultural goods, ranging from pottery to cloth robes to cutlery.