[He squints, just to double check. He believes her, but hey.] ... yeah... Amberley's not 'n Eldar. S'rry, miss.
[Too tired to be alarmed. He opts for concern. Maybe he could spring into action if she turns out to be one of the bad aliens around here. Around a huge yawn, which he deflects into his pillow because he is just too tired to raise his arm.] 'm Ciaphas... Cain.