He knew it would take the longest for Pike. It always took the longest for Captains, and how could it not? They were, after all, the ones in charge. Even so, it seemed to take longer than usual. This he should have expected too. Command would no doubt still be jumpy after what happened with Krall barely a year ago, the ramifications of that encounter still rippling through the Federation. To suddenly have a man back from the dead - and not in the way Kirk had come back - along with a ship that there had never been record of with a whole crew aboard.. Yes there would be questions. No doubt the Discovery would be in lock down while she was examined and it was decided what was to be done with her and her people.

Kirk was sure Command would be fair, though. And he would argue heavily for that. Star Fleet was not in the habit of punishing the innocent, after all.

"And you look like you need a drink," Kirk paused to watch the man approach, his mouth twitching at watching him button his jacket back up. The thing had to be strangling the man. Kirk hated jackets like that - it was why he hated the formal uniform. Even his survival jacket he had left mostly open when he had to wear it. "And like you could use something comfortable to change into."

He knocked Pike's chest with the back of his hand in a friendly way and nodded his head towards the city.

"Come on. And we're off duty, man, unbutton your jacket. I know I hate it when they make them go that high." He wrinkled his nose and started walking towards the street, raising his hand to flag down a taxi vehicle.