"I know who you are, yes. Both from working with you here, and from history books," Miguel said, "I'm from Nueva York, in the year 2099."
His watch buzzed at that point, and Miguel glanced down at his wrist. Lyla was sending him messages. Huh. "Excuze me," he said, and quickly read her message. It said "Mr Stark appears to be recovering from malnutrition and severe dehydration. I would advise getting him something from one of the food shops." Miguel raised an eyebrow at that, before dismissing the message. Lyla was fixing her skirt as she waited to see what she might be asked to do.
"Sorry about that," he said, before continuing to introduce himself. "I work for a company called Alchemax, or I did before I wound up here. I'm the head of the Genetics R&D department. Now that I'm here, I'm building a genetic database of everything on the station - there are a lot of lifeforms here that aren't people like us, and most of them are plants. I do some teaching as well, for the kids and any adults that want to learn biology." Then he lifted his mug of coffee and drained it.
"I've also just run out of coffee. Can I get you anything while I'm getting a refill?" Lyla's smile brightened as he spoke.