( Angela's on the other side of a privacy curtain, overhearing the strange red silhouette yelling about foreplay and hardcore something porn something something, and she can't help but muffle a laugh behind her hand.

Sorry, sir. (Though he sounds little enough like a "sir".) )

We're a new species to them, I believe. They're just trying to be as thorough as possible. It's all right to turn them down on anything invasive. Are you all right?