"You're gonna have to take pictures to share at home, make everyone regret not appreciating Halloween as much as they should," Jim teases with a merry glint in his gaze. He rubs his hands together then, glancing over at his crew and saying just as playfully, "You heard the woman, people. Let's get to it." He laughs at the teasing grumbling in return of him not being the commanding officer and just being bossy since they're all on shore leave.

As they begin to draw on the outside of the shuttle, a spark of electricity crackles inside and around an unknown plant sample in what used to be the cargo hold of the med transporter. Tiny, minuscule residual sap that has seeped into the floorboards makes them shake, then slowly, branches begin to sprout. They burrow through the cracks and crevices of the ship's interior, sending off a particular scent. The scent would be different to each person, drawing them back to a ghostly memory of their pasts.

"I'm gonna see if there's anything worth stripping inside the ship, captain," D'andri calls back, an Engineering ensign who of course wants to get his hands on the shuttle's interior. At Kirk's nod he opens the hatch, coughing a little as the scent wafts out to him.