"Are you okay? What are you doing out here?"
Olivia looked into blue eyes and held his gaze. It was freezing on this planet. She was sitting in a pile of snow. Her satin pajamas were soaked. The mission had to be completed within one week. She had to find a suitable human to mate with.
"What's your name?"
"You can call me Olivia."
"Why are you sitting on the side of the road in the middle of the night?"
"I'm looking for a man."
"It's not safe out here."
"How fertile is your sperm?"
"Do you need me to take you somewhere?"
"I need fertile sperm. Can you help me obtain it from a suitable human male?"
"You can't have my sperm. Have you been drinking?"
"I don't require food or water. Take me to a fertile male."
"I can't put you in a dangerous situation. Let me take you home."
"You vehicle cannot travel vertical. You can only travel horizontal."
"Did you take any drugs?"
"I do not require pharmaceuticals."
"Get in the car. At least let me get you out of the cold."
"Is the weather always so cold on this planet?"
"Only in the winter. You can warm up at my house."
"Do you have any prepacked sperm at your house? I can complete the mission with a turkey baster. That is what you call the device."
"No I don't. You can sleep off your hangover, and I'll take you home in the morning."
"What do you call yourself?"
"Fitz Grant."
"What do you Grant?"
"Nothing."
"I will go with you. I would like to be warm."
"Great. I'd like to learn more about your planet."
Fitz tried not to laugh. He had to keep her safe. If she wasn't normal by the morning, he would look for a rehab. She was obviously taking alcohol and drugs.