"What are you doing," the alien grumbled, watching her tear at her own clothing with her knife--and when she crossed over to him to begin wrapping the fabric around his ankle, he sucked in a small breath and bristled. The meat-filled corpse was forgotten for now. If AJ had thought the purple on his cheekbones had been amusing before, the color had only become more visible now as she pulled away and he realized what she had done for him; it was clear he had no idea how to respond to someone being nice to him.

"Yes, because a little scrap of cloth will clearly fix the problem," he warbled--also apparently having no idea how to express gratitude. His gaze was appreciative, though, and he gave a little nod to the human to hopefully back that up.