Plenty of people have walked past her, but he's the first person to stop and say anything to her, let alone ask her a question. Her gaze is sharp and piercing when she turns it on him, a woman well accustomed to dealing with forces bigger and badder than her that could squash her like a bug before she had time to blink. And if the Borg can't drive her to waiver, then some archaic ship in the middle of a nameless ocean didn't stand a chance.

"New, among other things. This vessel wouldn't happen to have a name, would it?"

Straight to the point, no time for pleasantries or unimportant questions. Those can come later.