[ Jim has had a mild, unsettling irritation humming through him like the deck of a space freighter for days now. He'd found an easy temperament that complemented him in his older years, and took him light years from his younger, more reckless self. This did not lend to that in the slightest, and what was more frustrating was the lack of a reason as to why.

It only serves to grow as time goes on. It rises sharply in the space between one breath and the next and he finds himself half ready to bark at his communicator when it dares to chirp politely at him. Spock's voice comes over the comms, and he grits his teeth in frustration at what he says. ]

Commander, that's---I don't remember reading a briefing about any experiments that needed your attention so quickly, and I have an ensign here who is very ready to get off their duty shift.

[ It isn't like the other man to be late. Well, technically he isn't late yet, and Jim is actually early due to restless energy. Still, this is later than he usually is. ]

I'll meet you in the science labs to discuss it. Kirk out.

[ He doesn't need to have this conversation on the bridge in full hearing of the crew. He has Sulu take the conn, and directs another officer to relieve the ensign he'd just mentioned to Spock. This doesn't do anything to ease the tension winding under his skin, but he has to keep his cool with this. It isn't normal. This isn't a regular occurrence that requires counseling on his part, but it does require a conversation when it is the commander's duty station for the day.

He heads off of the bridge, leaving his coffee behind at his chair. ]