All right. He puts his pencil in the crease of his notebook, and closes it. Standing up, he politely invites her to take the empty chair.

"You're on the starship Enterprise. It's a -- Galaxy-class ship?" he says, hoping that will mean something to her. "Not a warship. There are civilians, women and children. I come from a place called Brooklyn, New York. Have you heard of Earth?"

He's learning not to assume. "One day I ended up here by mistake. I'm just along for the ride, ma'am."