Although you really wanted to please your boss and best friend, and possibly get the Reybin soldier in the next cell and the G'thar guard watching over you, you also really wanted to...you know, not die. Infact, if Grendy had the sense to teleport you away when things were getting steamy before, you wonder why she hasn't teleported you away by now? The whole 'pointing guns at you' thing seems like a big red flag, in retrospect. Maybe she just thought you were capable of handling it? Whatever the case, these people weren't friendly, as evidenced by the way the guard was glaring at you through the cell, so you back away from them for the moment, and resign yourself to merely waiting for something to happen, leaning up against the brick wall at the back of the cell. Looking around, you could hardly call this place a cell. It had brick walls and metal bars, but it was completely barren, save for a single blanket that had was soaked with an ominous red stain, so using it was out of the question. Directly outside the cell was a small table and chair, where the G'Thar soldier sat, lazily keeping an eye on you while playing with what looked like a smartphone. Apparently Angry Birds was a universal constant.
But shaking that out of your head, you stand up, determined to find something in here to allow you to escape...
...and then sit back down. Man, this place really was barren. And as crappy as it was, it looked structurally sound. Leaning up against the shoddy brick wall separating you and the Reybin soldier, you let out a sigh...
...only to end up flailing your arms around as the bricks fall inwards where your head is, falling into his cell with a CLANK THUNK SMASH that you're absolutely CERTAIN must've alerted the guard. Looking over towards him, he glances at you for a moment, and satisfied that you haven't escaped, turns backs to his phone. Man, talk about bad security. Turning back towards the head-sized hole you've created, you're momentarily surprised by the Reybin soldier suddenly locking his lips with yours, but you just go with it, returning the favor. This wasn't exactly what you'd call a romantic scene, but if pleasing this guy was the ticket to you getting you and him out of here, it was something you just had to go with.
After a few seconds, you pull out of the kiss, cheeks glowing a crimson red (which looked extremely strange on your cyan-skinned face), you and the Reybin guy are now staring at each other, unsure of what to say. Several seconds pass, before he finally pipes up. "My name's John." John? That is a...really weirdly human name. But you suppose that in the grand scheme of the universe blah blah anything's possible whatever. "What's your name?" he asks, and you're momentarily caught off guard. You hadn't come up with a name! In retrospect, that's something you really should start doing before beaming down. Or maybe you should just have a single name you can use at each planet. But what if that name offends some weird alien culture? Okay, that probably won't happen, but still.
Finally, after noticing the strange look 'John' is giving you for taking so long to come up with a name, you finally blurt out "Martha." "Martha? That's...a strange name." he says, before shrugging. You mutter something to the effect of 'says the alien named john' under your breath, but that's not important. Now that you had his attention, you could go back to the ship! "So, uh, about that thing I was going to say in the trench..." you begin, only to feel a finger press against your turqoise lips, as John shushes you with his third hand.
"No need to say it, baby. I know what you were gonna say. And I love you too." "Love you?!" you spit out, and immediately notice how hurt John looks as you say that. "Ah, I mean, you're nice...but I was GOING to say that I was sent here by blah blah grendy blah blah spaceship blah blah fertilize an alien queen." you finish, happy you didn't have to type all that out. John looks at you incredulously for a moment, trying to decipher if you were serious or not. "Are you...joking, or...?" "Nope. I'm not. Just say the word, and she'll pull us both up. Beats being in a prison on a planet about to be controlled by racist assholes, doesn't it?"
John just looks at you for a moment, his face impossible to read, before saying...