"You had an entire shift to check into that. You didn't, and in the end Nero almost killed himself." He slammed his hands down on the table as he stood, "You know how I feel about them," the tattoos still pinked on his face, "but we're Starfleet, dammit. As an officer, you're supposed to be able to put that hatred aside and deal with orders as they happen! I know all this stuff happened thanks to Alexander not doing his damn duties and ending up as some drunkard, but you were promoted to fix up things down here! If they feel so 'crapped on' like you're suggesting, maybe security needs to step it up a notch! I can site a dozen times so far I've heard of some bullshit happening down here in the brig ALONE that shouldn't have happened, not to mention other places on this ship! I need members of security here who at least do their damn job and do it well."

Jim paused and looked to Harris, his voice calming, "I'm not blaming you for what happened, though you need more training."