Jim spots her when he's taking his leave of one point of interest, rolling an idea around in his head about exploring more of the city - perfect, in his opinion, because he can ask her along or just say hello, if she's not interested.

"Hey," he calls, friendly-like, and half-jogs over to--

Be nearly blinded almost in tandem, a meter or so behind her. "Enough with that." Immediate complaining as Jim rubs his eyes. They're scattered around like overly fat confetti, shimmering into development. "Can't you ask like people at tourist restaurants?" The insectoid robot has no answer for him, just flits around, looking for its next victim. Grumble.

"Hi." Let's try that again, even as he crouches down to start trying to sort his own memories out, scattered in a frustratingly wide radius, overlapping.