Unlike Artie, Kirk was more than accustomed to getting up at what would be perceived as the crack of dawn. The hour didn't matter so much as your internal clock, and it was pure luck that his had aligned with this place. But part of it may have just been his own trouble with sleeping, because every time he closed his eyes, all he could see was the chamber on the ship and Spock behind the glass. This morning is no different, and it takes him a few minutes of compartmentalizing after waking from a nightmare before he can get himself together.

Signing up for a test project as soon as he'd arrived would probably look foolish to most, but getting intel was the quickest way of figuring out a problem. This would not only force him to explore, but see how some of the people here operated— what this science facility was like, and compare the attitudes of the more long-staying residents. Sixty thirty AM has him trekking down to the lobby in the jacket in his admiral's outfit, but wearing the jacket he'd purchased the day before. The only thing he was missing was the book, which was under his pillow in his room.

"Good morning," He says it as he approaches, tucking his hands into his pockets.