[Alphys is obliged to take the napkins, at least so she can unfold one and submerge her entire face into it for a few precious seconds of isolation.]

A look a-around? No, no, I'm fine just here... It's nice and s-separate.

[Folding up the used napkin again, she puts it on the bar counter and stares at its wrinkled corners.]

It's really not the ship that's so confusing.