[So she's a ways away from him, but Jim? Jim's got a radar for pretty women that could work in an electric storm while under fire from Klingon Warbirds. He surreptitiously scans her from a distance - human, so there's that. Not that Jim cares, exactly, but sometimes it's good to know whether or not someone else's bodily fluids will kill you.

(Then again, he always has liked to live dangerously)

Still. He's in work mode, so with one last look of resigned regret, he turns back to his duties. He can play later. If there even is a later.

So it's a pleasant surprise when she crosses his path again, and Jim can't help but grin rakishly at her.]

This? Oh, totally. Solved it hours ago. Now I'm just seeing the sights. Do you know the fire fountains don't actually burn?

[He holds out a hand - if she takes it, his handshake is firm and enthusiastic.]

Name's Jim. Jim Kirk. But just between you and me, you can call me any time.