Jim is half distracted as he walks along the sidewalk, studying the screen of his CiD. There are a few messages, nothing important; he sends one to McCoy to find out if he needs to stop for anything on the way home later, or if his CMO needs a hand at the temple.

He's been out all day, hunting for this, looking into that, chasing leads and rumors. He's hungry. He looks up from his CiD long enough to take a quick inventory of his surroundings: dress shop, salon, empty storefront, office, office--and a restaurant, on the other side of the street.

He crosses, tucking his device away in a pocket as he walks, and he reaches the door just as a woman does. He's an officer and a gentleman--and a charmer to boot--so he holds the door open, gesturing with his free hand, offering a warm but polite, not at all presumptuous smile.

"Please," he insists. "After you."