Always so formal [ he tries to lighten the mood, tries to draw out a smile but his efforts are interrupted by M'Benga giving her what she needs to be dismissed. The sprays go easy and she takes them without a fight. He doesn't move his hand away from her, but he does move to give her some space and to let the doctor work.

Jim takes the hypo with a nod (he'll use it if she needs it--better to have it than to not) and slips it into a pocket. At her words, he raises his hands: showing they're empty, that he means no harm ]

I won't use it unless you ask [ he promises, voice sincere. Following your orders, remember ] but let's get you out of here. See if we can get you something to eat--something that's actually made and not just synthesized.

[ if you thought he was leaving you alone once he saw you were 'fixed', La'an, you don't know him very well at all ] Can you stand?