He probably doesn't look much different from the Jim she knows, if at all, given that nothing about him physically has stood out to her so far. The more important details that aren't there are any signs of recent head injuries or anything else that might cause amnesia; he looks fairly healthy and not LOLed in the least.

Jim, in turn, is distracted by the fact that she knows his name. It's not the first time something like this has happened to him; lots of strangers know him by reputation if not by appearance, but usually not here. But her response puts that our of mind for a moment. "With Sam? We were, but he ran away when we were kids."

He takes a sip of his own coffee and grimaces a little. It's cooled a bit since he last had some, and he sets it aside. "Sorry if this is rude, but how do you know me?"