She seems to calm a bit, settling into a body language that's a little less completely afraid to something just a little tense and uneasy. It's progress and Harry will take it for what it is. At least he's not scaring her anymore. (He wonders how he could scare anyone. No one, in all their encounters in the Delta Quadrant, had ever been intimidated by Harry Kim. He's still not sure if that's a gift or a curse.)

He turns to a control panel, carefully trying to pry it apart while she introduces herself, and he grins at her. Poor kid; she's trying and honestly? He's not all that enthused about being stuck in a lift, either. "It's a pleasure, Miss Kurosawa."

He gets the faceplate off and sets it aside, at his feet. While peering into the open control panel, he answers. "I just wound up here. Believe it or not, it's not the first time I've been thrown halfway across the galaxy in one go." He grunts as he works loose what looks like a very fried component. "I've the Operations Officer on Voyager. My job there is basically to keep things like these lifts running smoothly."

Okay, so that's overly-simplistic and not quite true, but anything to reassure the kid.