"Good day." James replies, almost a bit suspiciously. It takes Hook a few moments to process that anyone is actually speaking to him - in his day and a half on the island, he hadn't been spoken to by anyone whom he didn't speak to first. It might be a pleasant idea to actually engage in conversation, after all, this woman might even end up of use to him.

"Pardon me for intruding, miss," the captain speaks to the woman while attempt to sound as sincere as possible. "But I can't say that I recognize your style of garment. Pray tell, where did you acquire it?"

It's not like the man was lying for the sake of conversation. As well-traveled as he was, he couldn't claim to have seen anything even similar to what Azula was wearing. Hell, he had hardly seen anyone like the woman herself.