[ He really can't recall her face, not even by passing, and Jim can remember every member of his crew to some degree. At most he might take a couple of seconds, but to not remember at all when she clearly has at the very least talked to him in the past, that's not something he's used to, not anymore.

But she definitely knows him, something he's made even surer of when she says his name. Trying for a smile, he nods, lifting his shoulders in a shrug. ]

That's me, James T. Kirk. Although, full disclosure: there can be alternate versions of me, so you could have met one of those. I know of at least one. [ But now he is very curious. ] So we were at this... what did you call it?