A smirk cracked across Aiduiin’s face. Partly at the words in the book he held, it had just reached a decidedly inappropriate scene, and mostly from the bewilderment of his newly awoken guest. Compared to what he expected, her reaction was very subdued. From the lifelong lessons and classes he had been subject to, he was expecting every manner of fuss when she came to. Screaming threats and violent actions, instead she seemed to not fully grasp what had happened. Which was understandable given her, uh, predicament, for lack of a better word. 

Listening to her increasingly panicked voice did come with some relief however: He had indeed chosen the right language. Admittedly it was very different listening to a, presumably, native speaker than computer that had been programmed to repeat words it was fed. Most notably was the speed. Computers were relatively slow when trying to produce language of any kind, and like with any native speaker, she spoke at a rate that was rough to follow. It took him a tick longer for Aiduiin to register and translate what she was saying than it normally would have.

“Sorry, morning. My eyes are acting funny. What drugs you guys got me on?”

Aiduiin simply looked at her, perplexed. She thought she was on drugs? Well, technically she had been on a sedative but that was clearly gone from her system. And he had never known a drug that caused a person to see something as outlandish as living person. Clearly, though, Earth must have such components. Though in that moment, Aiduiin couldn’t fathom why one would want to consume them, even if they proved to help medically.

He shook his head in response, “You are on no drugs.” His assurance tough seemed to have little effect on her as she continued on. 

“My plane?” Her voice seemed slightly more frantic than before, “Where’s Papa Owen? How is my plane?”

Straight faced Aiduiin removed himself from the seat taking a small step forward, “I do not know what is a pupah-owan…” He was another few steps closer to her bedside, “But your craft is fine.” With that he closed in on the bed, reaching a hand out for hers. Now that she was awake, he thought it prudent to get to work and not waste time. He grabbed hold of her hand, dwarfing it within his own, and tried to urge her to get up, “Come, much to do.” First, and most important, would be to get her health examined.