He's polite, remaining standing until she's seated, even offering to pull her chair out for her.

"A few months," he says, once he's resettled. "About five, I think. I'm used to counting days by a different calendar than the one they use here. It doesn't help that it's always dark outside."

He smiles a little lopsidedly, but sobers quickly. "Uh, you're on a starship -- spaceship -- called the Enterprise. People have been showing up from all across the universe. You're safe, though. I promise."