The girl - and it is a girl, no more than sixteen if he had to guess (though looks can be deceiving, Jim knows; she may be humanoid but there's no guarantee she's human) - enters the room with a friendly disposition. The curtsy is unexpected, though given her outfit, maybe Jim should have anticipated it, but he's saved from having to figure out if a bow is appropriate by virtue of the fact that he's already seated. Instead, he offers her a small wave and a smile, before settling his hands on his knees.

"Hi there. Nice to meet you, Sandry." Jim scrubs a hand over his head, mussing his hair and managing to look sheepish. This challenge might very well be impossible when faced with a bubbly young girl - the things Jim hasn't said out loud? He doubts he could say to someone so achingly young. He's not sad to delay it. "James Tiberius Kirk at your service, but you can call me Jim."