Creaky floorboards don't exist in this world, but Felix has a bit of a tell that Jim's coming back in Tiber popping his head up from where he was sleeping all of a sudden, tail twitching back and forth in agitation before the kneazle hops down and makes a beeline for the door. Gives a butt wriggle before leaping up onto Jim's shoulder and trilling right in his ear to check and see what's bothering his bonded human.

The captain sighs and reaches up to ruffle Tiber's fur between his ears but he's setting the kneazle down almost immediately after. Now is not time for plays or for attention. No distractions, this time.

Jim doesn't bother kicking off his boots before he moves further into the quarters to face Felix where he's spread out on the couch.

"We need to talk."