There's a fun little moment between Jake play-acting a starship commander with a badass accent (he tried German, French and finally lands on British-ish) and an incredibly compelling backstory and reverting back to himself when he recognizes Amy's voice panicking somewhere behind him.

He shifts in his chair with his usual Peralta-trademark grin, eyes lit up for no other reason (REALLY) than seeing Amy Santiago on a goddamn spaceship, therefore providing him with the greatest opportunity ever in life to mess with her. It's practically handed to him on a silver platter, complete with olives and caviar and one of those tiny little spreading knives fancy people who own yachts tend to have.

This is, in other words, the best day ever.

"Heh-heeeey Amy, welcome to my ship. You may call me Captain Peralta, I am commander of this here spacecraft and yes, the space-blasters are very real."

Maybe. Probably.