No traps here, Han. Well. Not that kind. Verity's perfectly capable of handling her own seat once all the plates and cups are set down and she's had a chance to shed her coat. Which keeps her on her feet to greet her overly-serious brother with a smile and a wave when she sees him coming over.

"Hey, Jim." She doesn't say it out loud, but the look she's giving him is very much wanting to know what's wrong. "This is Captain Solo. Han, this is Captain Kirk."

She's culturally unaware enough to not realize how many geeks just had their brains explode simultaneously.