He just makes a quiet sound at her explanation, though that sound quickly turned into an amused snort at the dress code crack. "Least nobody is bickering whose underthings those belong to," at least not yet.

"Phantom Harlock," he counters her introduction with his own. "In ways this is rather like my own ship, but," He pauses, weighing his words carefully before deciding not to elaborate, shifting the subject. "This may seem to be an odd question for you, but what year is it where you came from?"