While Jim was still on edge about this whole abduction thing, he'd at least managed to assure himself that no one in the village meant him any ill will at the moment. Whoever was pulling the strings around here was pulling them from the outside - probably the same sort of place that that auditorium had been - and not from in here with everyone else. Which was something, at least. He was still half clinging to the idea that this might all be some kind of prank that Sulu and Chekov had cooked up, but he was smart enough to calculate the remote odds of that being true.
The house that looked like a regular building from back home on the outside, and like the Enterprise on the inside was a nice touch. He wasn't sure how they'd managed that one, given that it was complete with turbo lifts and the bridge. Of course, it probably didn't have all the floors, and some of the rooms probably weren't actually there, and maybe he just wanted it to look like the Enterprise because it was a little piece of home, but whatever. It was almost creepy without the hundreds of crew members running around doing their job, so he wasn't spending a whole lot of time there right now, preferring to figure out what was going on by exploring the town a bit.
He was wandering sort of aimlessly when he spotted someone who didn't fit the... decor of the townsfolk he'd already tried to question. In her attire, she was simultaneously out of place for him, and fitting right in, given that this whole village had a very "past" feel to him, and she was decked out in what he considered "past" attire. He - of course - hadn't bothered to change out his black pants and form-fitting black undershirt that he'd arrived in, so he supposed he didn't exactly look like he belonged either.
But he was looking for answers, and maybe another abductee - or so he was assuming - would be able to shed some light on the hows and whys of their capture. Moving over into her path, he offered her a sunny smile and inclined his head in a greeting as he approached.
"Evening Miss," he said. Her attire suggested to Jim that she probably would expected to be addressed with a certain respect. "Name's Jim Kirk. I was hoping you might be able to help me answer some questions I am having about our current predicament?"
Let it never be said he couldn't rub elbows with the best of them. Certainly, it wasn't his preference, but he thought he was decent enough at faking it.