"This is a dream," Nick muttered to herself when a freaking four-armed, six-eyed alien ran up. "I fell asleep at my computer chair, and I'm dreaming. Oh, well. Lynn'll pro'lly wake me for that stupid Sharing thingie she was ranting about. Yeah, that explanation sounds really reasonable." Suddenly it occured to her that the Andalite was bleeding. She had missed most of the conversation about the aliens and the blue box--plus the stumble--when she was fiddling with her glasses.
"Hey, are you alright? Do you need help?"
Elfangor swiveled a stalk-eye in her direction and responded, <No. I will die. The wound is fatal.>
"****," she said automatically. "Oh, sorry. And, um, I'm sorry about," she cleared her throat, indicating the wound, "that."
((I figured I'd just go ahead and sensor myself. I wanted to keep it clean, but to be honest, the character would curse when faced with a response like that. However, she won't be constantly cursing or anything.))