Jim is likewise bundled up against the cold, enough to withstand the chilly San Francisco winters, but he hardly seems to notice the temperature anyway. He's a man on a mission, pushing aside his melancholy attitude and redirecting his efforts towards the matter at hand.

He doesn't smile when he sees her, but he does nod in greeting. "Right. We're looking for a glass door." It's not actually glass, but it's the closest thing he knows she'd recognize, and time may be of the essence. "It has a... radiation symbol on it," he adds, a slight waver in his voice, one that he swiftly quashes. He can't think about it, not now. He doesn't know if her people use the same iconography as the Federation, so he has to be absolutely sure they're on the same page. "Looks sort of like a three-bladed fan disk."