Jim nodded, holding up a hand as if to stop her saying any more. Not yet, she'd said, which simply could have been pleasantries, she didn't know him yet but she would now; but maybe not yet meant she knew an older him, a different him, and he knew better than to go poking at an alternate timeline any more than he had to. He still wasn't sure just how serious the older Spock had been with his warnings about not telling people their futures. Better safe than sorry.

"It's all right," he assured her. "It's happened once already. Went to a party and some guy was sure he knew me from somewhere else, another place like this. It wasn't me. Couldn't have been. Alternate realities can be a big old surprise, sometimes." And as much as they surprised him, he couldn't imagine how jarring it must be for the other side, for them to see a face they knew and realize that person didn't know them at all.

"So. Martha. Pretty recently arrived to Hellsing?" He made a point of knowing who was who, and she hadn't been there when he and Bones signed on. And, of course, the other, unspoken question was been in the city long? but he was sure everyone got tired of being asked that. Asking about Hellsing seemed like a bit of originality. Maybe.