Perhaps unusually for someone of his century, the knives don't really factor into Jim's opinion of her. While they are a bit blatantly obvious for his tastes, being armed - even in a place of relative safety like the Nexus - is just common sense to him. Despite his civilian clothing and lack of phaser, he too has a combat knife of his own hidden away in one of his boots, a habit he's kept since he was thirteen years old.

He listens as she speaks, taking a sip of his now lukewarm coffee, and manages a polite smile, accepting her sympathy. "Your family sounds a lot bigger than mine ever was. Do you have brothers or sisters?"