Picard makes disgruntled noises each time a hand sweeps out and connects with some part of him, though it's entirely from annoyance and not any actual discomfort.

"Danny Valdessecchi?" he parrots, expression severe. The likeness is uncanny. He would be inclined to believe this is some manner of practical joke, if not for the fact that the man before him is too young to be the James T. Kirk he knows, and by this point in time it is also quite evident that he cannot see. As he bumps into the table, Picard reaches a bracing hand out for his elbow, poring over the young man's face. Why, it's nearly unsettling.

"There is a title," he answers stiffly. "Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the USS Enterprise. You have stumbled onto my ship."