[She doesn't expect the standing back - no way in hell she expected an apology, and as she throws her hands up, palms flat out, the smile that was frozen thaws, becomes something...forgiving and wondrous and confused all at the same time. There's a lot going on.] No, it's cool, I just...

[...He stands like her dad does sometimes. Maybe next time she calls home - hah, like E.T. - she can tell him that one. "I saw a six-foot-tall iguana alien my first day here, Pops. Kinda reminded me of you.]

I wasn't expecting to see a, uh... [A... Hold that thought.]... you.

[Her eyes flick back up to his face, and he's just... holy shit, it's sinking in a bit now. An alien. She's in space and there's an alien right in front of her. He's wearing leather. He's showing honest-to-fuck man cleavage.]

Hey, this is pretty rude, probably - I never had to ask somebody this before, but... What are you?