Rosco just blinks. Slowly, for several seconds. Of all the wonders he's seen in his brief time here, he hasn't seen anyone he would recognize from tv!

"Y-you know James T. Kirk?" Rosco stammers, then gets a goofy grin of his own. "He's a hero of mine. Would you mind introducing us?"

Rosco tries to wrap his mind around people obeying laws, simply from knowing they exist. He can't do it.

"Oh. Well, is there a group or someone who could give me the job? What happened with the kidnap victims?"