Snerk. Okay that's kind of amusing. Unless the alien was checking him out for future probing, that's what Zip was always going on about. That martians were listening in on people and waiting for them to be alone so they could swoop in and start experimenting on them. He'd dismissed it as dumb conspiracy theories, since Zip was also a firm believer in chemtrails and a flat earther. But now that he's actually in space who knows.

Maybe he should try and contact Zip and mess with him.

He squints at the aliens around, trying to assess if they're a threat, always on edge, forever nervous. But they seem to be milling about doing whatever it is these creatures do for fun.

"Don't worry, I'd break you out if you got tossed down there. Apparently prison breaks are my specialty." Not by any choice of his own but still...

"You don't look familiar. Did I miss seeing you at the party? I'm Deputy Pratt."