Oh, that is a look Nyota probably gives him at least three times a day, but it's Jim. If she doesn't have a reason to look at him that way, she knows something is very wrong. When that someday comes, she'll be willing to sate his curiosity. After all, Nyota may take no bullshit, but she's rather flexible in helping clueless guys learn a thing or two, plus showing him a part of her no one but family has ever seen is incredibly intimate. They may have reached that point by now.

"I was smiling because you were pathetic and if I didn't smile, I'd cry over how sorry you looked." And now she's laughing, getting up from the vanity to stand right above him which means that with her being clad in one of Jim's long sleeved civilian shirts and no pants, he has a fine opportunity to an equally as fine view if he just craned his neck just so. Also if she let him, even though he's seen what's under there more than once. "Even if I had told you my name, there was a full guarantee you wouldn't have remembered it in five minutes if Hendorff didn't beat it into you. I was on a search for Iowan morons with little to no brain damage. I'm still not sure I found what I was looking for then."