All right. The brisk approach wasn't working. So, instead, Uhura shifted up onto the stool next to him and ordered two pints of beer. It wasn't nearly as strong as the vodka, but it was something. A small concession in a battle of wills. Pushing the extra towards him, Uhura turned her gaze sidelong, her expression softening slightly even if the frown remained.
"Jim," She started, the name soft and gentle, her words accented with a quiet concern. "People don't just run off in the middle of the day, avoid all attempts to contact them, and sit alone in a bar for nothing. And even if it's not something that you think should concern me or even that it's any of my business, I am worried. Whether you want to talk about it or not is up to you," She said, casting him another glance before she took a sip of her beer, setting the mug back down on the bar in front of her and running her finger around the lip of the glass, indulging in the pitch that it let off.
"But I'm still going to sit here with you whether you like it or not," She said. "Someone's got to make sure you don't end up making an ass of yourself, after all," She said, a slightly teasing edge in those last few words.