[ James's take on shooting lasers at aliens is vastly different from Jim's. Opposing realities and all that. Not that James talks about it much, least of all with Jim. It tends to upset him more than a little.

Also she'll have a field day if she shoves them in a room together. Not just because of the mirrored aspects in their realities, but also because of the disturbingly close relationship they've developed here. ]

Aw. You flatter me.

[ No really, he is taking that as flattery. Obviously. ]

Poor you. Alas, I can't help you. None of my alien-shooting lasers have made it here with me. [ A calculated pause, then he adds. ] Except for my phaser, of course.