It is a curious affair being sized-up by a boy half your age (and only half, Picard will claim, despite what Starfleet records may reflect). More and more this Andros reminds him of himself.

Chuckling, he retrieves his teacup. "Spoken like an officer. I'm afraid if I'm supposed to recognize the title 'Space Ranger', I'm only going to disappoint you; however, I can guess that it involves some form of law and order. Where are you from?"