Jim nods, his gaze drifting again as he thinks these things over (though it comes right back to the baby when she gives his finger a tug).

"Let me talk to Scotty about a mobile." Because that sort of thing seems right up Engineering's alley. "I wouldn't be surprised if he and his crew could rig up a crib, either. We're already going to talk to ship's services about clothing--they might be able to fashion some sort of soft toys out of the scraps, something to hold her until we can get some proper toys?"