"Not even close," George responded before realizing he'd even said anything. He paused, gaze flickering up from the DVDs to the man who had spoken. A quick glance put him both at ease and a bit more on alert at the same time. It wasn't a fan from another reality, which was good, but it also was someone that George hadn't dealt with very much.
Commander William T. Riker. From another Enterprise, in another century entirely. All that George really knew about the man was that he was a First Officer and had an obvious issue with Borg. Aside from that, there was a large blank.
He decided maybe this was a good chance to correct that.
"Commander Riker, isn't it?" he questioned, already knowing the answer but not wanting to sound as though he'd spent all of his free time learning the name and rankings of every other Starfleet officer in the city. Even if he had.
"Commander Kirk," he offered next. Again, Riker probably knew that but, really, how was one supposed to go about introducing themselves in these sorts of situations?