He takes note of it. That they haven't met, as far as experience back home is concerned.

Maybe not quite that they never will, yet-- something that will probably trickle in as a realization later on, the way things do when it's quiet and late and he can't sleep.

He takes note. He doesn't push it.

"Pleased to meet you, too. Properly." Not just as one stranger to another, but at least as two people from the same corner of the same galaxy. "And I was happy to help. Those things have been getting out of control."