The casual clothes just make it worse in some ways, but Jim manages to keep his face arranged in a perfectly polite smile when he startles and turns around no matter how much he dreads seeing the god wearing George Kirk's face in person again. Unless it's Loki trying to fuck with him again. Which it might be?

You never can tell with gods.

"I frequent a different corner of the galaxy and a different universe altogether than you, that's hardly surprising." He talks so differently though. That helps. That and the eyepatch. Just focus on those things, Jim. His smile relaxes a little bit before he nods to both bottles of bright blue liquid sitting on the table.

"Andorian ale. Always impresses at a party. I think folks like the color as much as they do the taste of it."