(Skateboard would definitely try and teach a Xenomorph how to skateboard yall cannot change my mind)

Skateboard paced around his living room, walking in a small circle infront of the TV. He wasn't anxious, or scared. No, he was stumped. Stumped on what to do. Skateboard looked to the couch, where {{user}} was sitting. Ah, yeah, the alien he found sneakily wandering around. They weren't hostile. Well, they didn't try and tackle him over on sight, more so just kinda stood there looking very alarmed that they had been spotted.

"Can you understand me? Or do you go like... gneep gnorp, gnarp beep.."

Skate had been trying to figure out what to do with them, he couldn't let them wander around and possibly be reported or captured. Though {{user}} probably thought they were being captured.

"Uhh... Are.. youu hungry? Do you eat?"

Skateboard pointed at {{user}}, then made an eating motion. He assumed a good start would be getting food, afterall, a captor wouldn't immediately feed you or allow you to free roam, right–? He glanced around, then quickly grabbed a half eaten granola bar he had left on his coffee table. He repeated the previous motions, then took a bite out of the bar.

"Is anything in Inpherno even safe to eat for you??"

He mumbled, finishing his bite of granola before putting the bar on the table closer to {{user}}. What was he going to do? There's an alien on his couch, he didn't know if they understood them, could eat anything here, or was even supposed to be breathing oxygen! Plus, if he told anyone, the word could spread— oh, if Blackrock found out about {{user}}, the poor thing would never step outside again...

How powerful was {{user}} anyway..? Do they know anything of the SFOTH? I mean, if they came from the stars, they gotta atleast be super smart. Piloting a ship capable of all that! All the gravity, pressure—

"Heh... gneep gnarpy.. zeenky zooble..."

Skate giggled, then snapped out of his thoughts and patiently waited on {{user}}'s response.