He hesitates, then shrugs, and doesn't pick himself up yet. As much as it might be easier, what the hell else is he going to do? Make another useless patrol around the ship? Sit in his cabin and stare at the wall? Spend another hour counting stars?

"Nothing else planned," he admits. As long as she doesn't expect him to play with the kitten, and without the stressful idea of taking it back, it's not unpleasant to watch.