Don't believe in no-win scenarios

CLint can look like a tourist all he likes. That's like the entire point! Appreciating space because it's fucking space. Hell, Jim doesn't get tired of it either, he just has a whole observation deck to watch space whenever he likes.

The Andorian would probably punch him in his throat so yes. Let's not.

"I'll say. All that's there in my world is a top secret military shipyard and a whole lotta bad memories." Jim motions for the bartender. "Two Cardassian Sunrises." Jim takes a look around the dive, deems it pretty much perfect. It's relatively busy, he can see a couple ladies over at a corner table (give him a drink or two and that's suddenly an option tonight). No one that looks overtly dangerous. Parts for a good night. "You?"