[He could scan it with his wriststrap to find out the gender, but he's learned the hard way that some humans even in the twenty-first century still prefer to find out only once their eyes can actually certify the truth, so he doesn't offer, even though he's curious.]
Not much chance of getting home under your own steam, I'm afraid, but with any luck none of us will be here much longer anyway.
Where is home, if you don't mind my asking? I can't quite place your accent.