Well, you could've always asked him to leave a scar, but he'd just gawk at you and then lecture you on how irresponsible that would be of you. Trust me, I tried. Multiple times.

[ He even avoided treating some minor injuries every once or twice, but they always ended up healing fairly quickly and not leaving a scar behind. The only thing he really got out of it was hearing Bones complain incessantly about what a thoughtless idiot he was and that he wouldn't look that great with a scar, anyway. Jim still thinks it would depend on the scar, but he's given up arguing about it at this point.

Jim frowns a little as she talks about the fleet. The expression only deepens at the mention of a planet being wiped out completely, and his jaw sets at the unpleasant memory that brings up. ] Yeah, I... don't think anyone would've wanted to stick around. [ And Jim for one would've offered a ride to anyone who wanted to join them. The Enterprise would've had more than enough room for everyone, he figures. ]

Right. Don't worry about it— and nice to meet you. [ He smiles faintly, offering her a nod. ] What's an autoreiv, if you don't mind me asking?