"Taekwondo," Jim repeats, and he does that chin-lift-and-nod thing people do when they realize they should've already known something. His lips curve into a friendly, open smile. "I couldn't place it--thank you. I learned a small amount of judo as part of my officer training, but the bulk of our training was in krav maga."

He leaves it at that; offering that he was an instructor, head of his class, blah blah, just makes him seem boastful. He understands that appearing to try to hard to impress comes off as either pathetic at best or a threat at worst from a guy a woman's just met.

Anyone who knew him before he enlisted a few years back would be surprised by his sensitivity now. Starfleet training at its best.

He moves closer, offering a hand. "I'm Jim Kirk."