Jim's grin widens at her observation, and he shrugs, the rest of his face falling into a what can you do? expression.

"It is, yeah," he replies, shifting the towel to quickly dry his right hand, arm, shoulder. "But maybe I'm the ridiculous one to expect I can actually get in some exercise in the middle of a party."

And then the reason for the hurried drying-off becomes evident, as he offers his hand. "Hi. I'm Jim Kirk."