"I'm not in uniform." He pulled at the neckline of the simple blue t-shirt he was wearing. "Let's go with Jim."

This time last year, he would have been hard-pressed to be thrilled about the prospect of the wrong ship finding them, but time and version of the universe no longer matter. He wanted to go home, and whether that was the Earth of his time or of the one in B'Elanna's time where Nero hadn't screwed with the timeline didn't make a difference.