Darcy glanced to Jim and nodded. "Oh, definitely. A couple people might have to share a room. And I've got two couches, one in the living room and one in the basement. It'll be like a sleepover. Only we won't be braiding each other's hair and talking about boys."
Darcy stepped closer to him, crossing her arms beneath her bust. "You thinking about what we need to do?" She asked softly, brow furrowed with concern.
She was fairly certain that Jim was one of the few people that fought the hardest. The ship was his baby, his home. One of the most important things in his entire life. With the crew being ran from the spaceport, Jim, Leonard, and Uhura were homeless. Well and truly.