Jim stepped away from the keyboard he'd been typing away at, tearing his gaze from the monitor to focus on the former drone at his side as he reached out to brush the back of his fingers against one of her cheeks. When given the right opportunity, Jim was quite the affectionate person, something that any good psychologist would more than likely attribute to the fact that he had been starved of it as a child and was making up for it in his adult years when he was better able to access it -- said psychologist would probably point out that such is where his womanizer habits and flare for spending time in beds that weren't his came from, too. Not that Jim realized any of that, of course, but he'd been prevented from touching her after he changed out of that uniform by something that demanded his attention as one half of the command presence in Colligo, but the way she'd appeared uncomfortable in the face of this information and this technology gave him the opportunity to step back into Jim Kirk's shoes and tend to his duties as a captain later.
"We'll figure this out. We've made good progress, even if your younger self did try and tear this room apart." Attempt at humor? Affirmative. "We just need more time."
More time. Normally, that would frustrate him, but more time meant more time with Seven, for Jim knew and well understood that when they found a way back, he would go back to his alternate timeline in the 23rd Century, while she returned to the timeline Ambassador Spock hailed from in the 24th.