He pulled at the collar of his shirt and shuffled his booted feet. It would've been fascinating to see this self-contained alien fidget, if she wasn't dreading what he had to say.
"I thought I was alone on the ship." He sounded sullen, like a little boy.
She didn't think it endearing when he was confessing to who-knew-what with her friend. With his literal interpretation of things, sleeping might mean just that.
"So you were alone on the spaceship. Then what?" If he didn't get on with it, she'd kick him senseless. Even if it meant breaking her toes on his tough shins.
"I took my daily cleanse and, afterward, I went to check on the progress of a program I was running." He curled his lip at her, flashing his teeth in a way that made her want to take a step back. "I thought I was alone on the ship." He stressed the word alone. "Then she walked in with Zacar."
"Okay, what's so terrible about that?"