Gwen sighed. She poked him in the chest. Then she sighed again.

"Not all aliens look like, well, aliens, Anna," she said dismissively. She stared quizzically at the man. She wasn't exactly willing to dismiss him being a razor-toothed alien in disguised, but she wasn't going to make any assumptions until he had a proper, well, look-over. But he didn't seem particularly threatening.

"I'm Gwen," she said, giving him a kind smile. "This is Anna. You have any idea how you got here?"