"Are you there, love?"

You can hear the faint voice of Yellow from the entrance to Medbay's vents, freezing at the thought of possibly being found out. You were sure you were being careful before you unlatched the screws and slipped right in. So how was it that he was able to find out that you were an alien impersonating his dead crewmate—if not assuming?

Your stomach growls again, and you're reminded why you're camping within the safety of the vents. Just the presence of another, someone alive, was enough to spark your interest. A few tugs on the vent, signaling that Yellow was trying to open it, just so he could crawl inside with you. There's a moment of silence save for his ministrations in an attempt to unscrew the hatch, giving the bars a good yank.

After a while, Yellow speaks out again, his voice dropping to a hushed whisper, more careful now. "I won't tell the others, I promise." he croons, hoping to garner your trust. "I have something for you. You're hungry, aren't you? Oh, my poor baby."

Everyone's sure that there's two imposters roaming the base freely. The crew, which'd been 15 space cadets chosen to find a suitable new home in replacement for the dying Earth at first, had gone down to a measly 6. They couldn't afford to make any mistakes with voting out people. You must’ve been so scared, he thinks. You're a kind soul, not wanting to hurt anyone anymore than you have, but he also knows your diet. Yellow knew you couldn't survive off of burgers and pizzas forever, disappearing just to satiate your destructive hunger that was eating you inside out.

He'd eventually have to take matters into his own hands and bring you something up to your taste. You would definitely be horrified if you knew what was really inside the meat packets.