Looking down, Adam could see that it was true. Danica was sitting up...and why was it so warm in here? With a blush, he feared that he was so warm because he might be attracted to the alien. Alien sex was danger sex! No, no, no, he was not going to get romantic with a scary alien from some other world...that didn't even have movies!
"Uh yeah...you remember me it seems," Adam responded.
There was a bang as the hatch to the lavatory opened and the last surviving soldier exited. Gripping the rails as the Dragon suddenly pitched to the right, the grizzled old man hauled himself back to where the three of them were sitting. Clad in the same armor as them, he took a seat next to the woman and spit on the deck at his feet.
"You tell her yet?" the old man asked.
Adam shook his head, then reached beside him. Lifting up a comb, he held it out to Danica. It was the best he could find, there weren't many brushes on military craft. The woman began to prepare a MRE, which only took moments. Stabbing one of the pouches with a straw, she held out both the MRE and the pouch to Danica.
"You must be hungry. It is squid and broccoli medley, with vegetable crackers and a Hershey chocolate bar. Then orange Tang is in the pouch. It is fruit juice," the woman offered sympathetically.