Data looks appropriately impressed by Jim's maneuvering, watching him for a moment before looking back into the panel. At the suggestion of 22nd century tech, Data spends a split second searching through his databanks for anything relevant, schematics-wise, and he's right. There's no perfect match, but there do appear to be some design similarities.

He glances back in surprise, though. "I have never encountered a technopath." And Data has been operating in Starfleet for two decades now, with several years clocked on the flagship itself, so that's saying something. "Yes, sir, I am." He can't quite bring himself to turn back to the panel yet, brow high in curiosity over the accurate guess. "How could you tell?"