These organics and their fragile bodies… honestly it’s a miracle that they’ve managed to survive this long. Tarn looks down at his pile of wet clothing in front of the fire. Deciding to play it safe he does a weird shimmy beneath his blanket cocoon, kicking his pants off to join the rest. He unfolds the blanket enough to lean down and spread every article of clothing out today properly.

“Then I suppose I’ll be stuck here for while. Going back out there with damp clothing sounds like something of an irresponsible risk. I’m sure i can find something to amuse myself with in the mean time.”

Tarn stretches out, tucking the blanket back sound himself.

“Tell me then, Zarya, are you from this planet? I must admit that i feel rather out of place. Perhaps you could help to educate me on how things work around here.”

Please Help this fucker blend in.