"Seven of Nine," he repeats with a nod. He wonders, seven of nine what? Special Forces, maybe? Military? He doesn't ask right off the bat, though. That wouldn't exactly be polite. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Steve Rogers. Captain Steve Rogers."
He's not sure the title will make any difference to her, but he offers it just in case. "The way I understand it, someone has been cherry-picking people from different worlds to end up on this ship, but no one knows why yet. They're working on a way to get people home, but in the meantime ... " He spreads his hands. "We're to make ourselves at home here."
[OOC: My apologies for the delay between tags.]
He's not sure the title will make any difference to her, but he offers it just in case. "The way I understand it, someone has been cherry-picking people from different worlds to end up on this ship, but no one knows why yet. They're working on a way to get people home, but in the meantime ... " He spreads his hands. "We're to make ourselves at home here."