Jim meets the sharp look with a wide smile, coffee in one hand and other braced against the counter. Plenty of people glare at him like that and he's pretty much immune at this point. It's almost a comfort. Bones isn't around but this guy is and he has that same rough around the edges, world weary look that his favorite chief medical officer does.

"Slytherin sounds pretty spot on," Jim muses, nodding. "Don't really consider myself a bad guy but I suppose that's a matter of perspective. Might be plenty of people out there that do."

Nero. Khan. Admiral Marcus.

"But, they're wrong. I'm great."