Jim's met plenty of Romulans. All right, maybe not "plenty." Enough. Considering the amount of time the Romulans' true origins have been lost to the Federation, Jim might as well be an expert, relatively. So he has a pretty good idea this isn't a Vulcan.

It's intriguing, too, that she knows who he is. Or, at least, can read his rank. He hasn't met all that many people who have any idea who he is or where he comes from, and it's beyond him to walk away now.

"Maybe I will," he says, smiling slightly. "I didn't mean to intrude, but I must confess... the scenery is lovely." He takes a step forward. "Captain James T. Kirk. My friends call me Jim."