He was glad to hear that Starfleet eventually got rid of the style of uniform he was currently wearing...and currently ridding himself of as he tossed the jacket onto the lone chair that migrated around the room depending on where Jim decided to sit upon it. Jim was not the modest type, something he proved in that moment as he pulled the white collared shirt up and over his head and dropped it onto the jacket, leaving himself bare from the waist up. Only after he'd bent over and untied those imitation combat boots and kicked them off did he reached for the uniform she had held out to him, pulling it off the hanger and setting the gold top and pants aside as he pulled that black undershirt over his head and slid his arms through the sleeves. The pants could wait. He'd fixed the belt on these well enough to make them stay on his hips and without the boots, they didn't poof awkwardly too far above his ankles anymore.
"Much better," he said, smoothing his hands against his stomach to straighten out the fabric. Jim smiled at her. "Thanks."