Very few people look good in that (or any) particular shade of mustard; Jim at least manages to not look horrifying.

An assistant comes and goes to check that he's is there, and she offers him something to drink (water or coffee), before she all but blinks out of existence and Integra arrives, dressed formally. "Captain Kirk," she greets, gloved hand extended to shake his - while not appearing particularly cheerful, there's at least nothing about her that says she's displeased. "Thank you for coming."