[ Jim looks at the pod, frowning just slightly. At first he's very much unwilling to let go of Spock, but in the end his curiosity wins over his pollen-fuelled need for physical contact, and dropping his hand from Spock's arm, he makes his way over to the unit, peering inside, then around it. ]

Something's off about this. [ And he does manage to sound a little concerned, even as he already feels that urge to shower Spock with compliments rising again. ] When I found Bones, he told me he's been here for a while. Not years or anything, but definitely longer than just an hour.

[ His brain will get there eventually— might have already, if it weren't for the pollen. This isn't the first time he's met an older and alternate version of someone he knows, after all. ]