Jim can see her well enough, has almost immediately come to the determination that she's cute. He'd probably think that even if she weren't dressed like she is, but it definitely doesn't hurt.

"I'm sure you couldn't be a bother, not to me." He considers the seats for a moment, the view passing out the train window, the things he's supposed to pay attention to. Jim's never been good at following instructions.

"You're more interesting than the rest of this ride anyway. You new to all this," at this he gestures, "too, or am I the only one left gawking?"