Jim shrugs, not minding the questions. He brought it up in the first place, after all, so he's got to deal with the curiosity of others if he wants to hear their opinions. Doesn't mean he's going to tell everything to perfect strangers, of course, but the more obvious Kirk family drama is relatively well-known back home, so it's not like he's revealing any deep dark secrets. No, those stay locked away where they belong, away from the eyes and ears of others. "Not that I've heard. He could be dead, for all I know." Though as nonchalant as he is about it, Jim truly hopes that isn't the case. "If he wants to get in touch, he knows where to find me."

And of course he has to nod in agreement with her second point as well. "Yeah, I can speak from personal experience on that one too. It's part of why I haven't tried to track him down."

He's glad to see her relaxing a bit after the mix-up; now that he knows there's another Jim somewhere around, it's a lot more understandable that he might need to take steps to reduce future confusion, though how one does that when you're dealing with infinite combinations of universes, Jim has no idea. In any case, things seem to be cleared up in this instance. "Don't worry about it. Nice to meet you, Adia." He leans back in his chair a little, now that they've made belated proper introductions. "That's my ship, yeah. At least on paper, she still is... she's in dry dock at the moment for repairs."