How large of a family could it possibly be if this doesn't even come close to everyone? Jim's surprise is evident in the way his eyebrows raise as though trying to run off and hide in his hair. He's clearly impressed with the gathering.

Jim's handshake belies a man in the military, or at least one structured like it. It's an automatic reflexive motion he makes, though when he's finished he does raise her hand up and offer the smallest of kisses to the back of her hand before letting it go.

"Do you prefer your surname or your first ma'am? I'm James Kirk. It's a pleasure to meet you. Please. Call me Jim." His smile is given easily and exuberantly before he fetches his glass again. "This is my first time in France, I have to admit. Or...uhm. This time period, actually."