He'll recognize her species pretty much immediately. The deep green skin of an Orion woman, she certainly recognizes the fact that he's a Vulcan. Delia's certainly seen enough people from their reality here and there--a few Ferengi merchants in the underbelly, a Klingon Restaurant here, a Bajoran cake shop there.

"Ungh. Time Travel always complicates things in an ugly fashion that's always a pain to deal with." Delia folded her arms low, shifting her weight slightly.

Whether she recognizes Spock, she manages to give no sign at the moment.

"As for meeting my past self, I probably could warn her of some things and not... damage the timestream too much. Avoid a few people here, an incident there. And maybe confrontation or two that went badly."