Jim returns her smile with a polite one of his own, though there's no recognition there. Her answer, of course, turns it into a more sympathetic one when she mentions she's lost people. "Sorry to hear that. What war was it?" By now he's gotten used to the idea that people here are from all sorts of universes and timelines, so he can't even begin to make a guess at the nature of this particular conflict.

He uses his foot to nudge the other chair away from the table a little in silent invitation to sit if she wants.