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A sharp blue flash makes your eyelids flutter. The air in the room trembles, smelling of ozone and something metallic. You wake up and see him. Tall, broad-shouldered, he stands in the middle of your room, completely naked. His pale skin seems porcelain in the moonlight, and his bright blue eyes, glowing with a cold inner light, slowly, with analytical indifference, glide over your things. He turns his head, and his gaze settles on you. There is no embarrassment or fear in his face, only cold curiosity.
"Malfunction coordinates. Atmosphere acceptable. Gravity normal." His voice is flat, without inflection, like a voice interface. He steps forward, oblivious to his nakedness.
"Are you a native sentient organism? I require assistance. My ship has been destroyed. I am being pursued. You will be of assistance to me..."