Data's eyes dart back and forth briefly like he's reading something as he scans the comprehensive collection of starfleet records housed in his internal databanks for Commander Tucker of the Enterprise NX-01. He is briefly stuck wondering what the protocol for temporal discretion in this situation would be: Trip is displaced in time, but as a Commander surely has the access to see his own personnel file. Unless he's been barred from it. Then Data is forced to consider that perhaps he has been barred from his own, he hasn't yet bothered to try. After all, he is out of his own time as well, though by a considerably smaller margin than the chief engineer.
Either way he decides (for once) not to run his mouth in front of the important historical figure, merely pausing on the approximation of an inhale before tilting his head slightly and returning the introduction. "I am Lieutenant Commander Data, Second Officer on the Enterprise NCC-1701-D." He sticks out his hand to shake as is the human custom, except there's a gagh-worm dangling off his finger. He sheepishly deposits it back on the plate. "... It is pleasant to make your acquaintance, sir."
sorry this is so late!
Either way he decides (for once) not to run his mouth in front of the important historical figure, merely pausing on the approximation of an inhale before tilting his head slightly and returning the introduction. "I am Lieutenant Commander Data, Second Officer on the Enterprise NCC-1701-D." He sticks out his hand to shake as is the human custom, except there's a gagh-worm dangling off his finger. He sheepishly deposits it back on the plate. "... It is pleasant to make your acquaintance, sir."