It's easier letting people think Jim is entirely self centered. Keeps expectations low. So he grins like the shit Solo thinks he is, and nods.

"Sure am. I'll show you a holo sometime. You sticking around for a while? I'll buy you a drink. Not everyday I get to see other galaxy's space travel and adventures." He claps Han on the shoulder as though they're now automatically best friends and starts heading for the ramp.

Jim doesn't want to talk about Tarsus IV. About Pike or Vulcan. About dying. He'd rather deal with the contempt and condescension about his age and privilege. That, at least, he's very familiar with.