When the feed switches from a simple vocal transmission to a holographic one, Jim's form can clearly be seen sitting in his captain's chair, albeit out of uniform.

"See? Don't ask me how it works--I've been giving myself headaches over trying to understand how the senors work without an array to gather the information and the main computer to process it. Everything works, from environmental controls to tactical."

Jim slumps back in his chair, rubbing at his eyes. "Not surprised to hear that I was still there. This place is fucked up like that. Should've been here a few weeks ago when there was a 'goddess' running around."