Woop! The captain's incredibly unsteady on his feet, all but stumbling into Delia when she tugs him in for a hug. His slurred apology hurredly turns to a huff of very much Mock Offense.

"Y're not allowed t'do that anymore. Felix might get mad. ...Unless we find him and you smooch him too." Then it's fair right? Jim's too sauced to say for sure but it kind of makes a sort of sense right now. Either way he's trying his damndest to straighten up again once she's let him go.

Boops are distracting though.

"Yeah?" A beat. Then he remembers. "Yeah! Thank you. It's good to get it done, finally."