Kaz was rewarded for his gallantry by landing on his backside next to the woman. Aliens? Well, I suppose it's as good an explanation as any. He got up, favoring his still-injured hand.
"Yeah, I'm okay," he said, getting up and checking himself for any new injuries. He looked the woman over. He could easily recognize someone who'd been drinking, and this woman definitely had. This large woman. Not large in the "Fat-Bottomed Girls" type, of course, but in a Amazonian Ninth-Wonder-of-the-World type.
He dusted himself off and picked his cigar up off the ground where, thankfully, it hadn't gotten crushed. Even if the duty-free shop was selling them cheap, he wasn't about to waste a perfectly good Cuban cigar if he could avoid it.
He looked up at the woman again, and he could tell she was trying to place his face. It probably normally wouldn't have been that hard- his face had been on posters all around the ship after all, but in her state, she could easily forget that. He stuck out his uninjured hand. "You might. Steve Kazarian. Everyone calls me Kaz, though. I played on the ship at New Years."