Jim mentally files all that away where he'll hopefully remember it later, and inputs the actual contact info in his communicator. He doesn't have pen or paper on him, so he tears off a blank area from the same sheet Katsuya gave him. "Can I borrow your pen for a second?" he asks, so he can jot down his own contact information. The rest of the paper, he folds up and shoves in a pants pocket.

If Katsuya knows another Jim Kirk, he's probably got a decent idea of what kind of help this Jim can offer, but it doesn't hurt to make sure. "No magic on my end, but I do have access to a decent amount of twenty-third century tech, including phasers and tricorders. I've also got training in hand-to-hand, engineering, and some linguistics. I can't promise full support from my ship, but a few of my senior officers know about this place and have combat training if it's needed. Hopefully that doesn't happen anytime soon." It sounds to him like there's been enough trouble in this part of the Nexus recently.