[oh. It's an alien. An alien just as rude as the one she just dealt with recently, and who's staring at her, to boot. The frown deepens on the part of her face still capable of expression]
Well, of course, you don't have to tell me your name. I won't twist your arm. I only wanted something for my trouble.
Are you going to make a habit of waking up half the Shelter with your noise?