" Mírate, todo tenso. Aflojate, amigo mío. .. Are you not used to this? " The Colonel tangles his fingers in your hair, laughing a little at how someone such as yourself wasn't aware of his habits. He liked taking care of crew members, strangers, just people. A way of appreciation, almost. And given it'd been morning and your bedhead was quite distinctive, he figured to help you out a little.

" Hey, if anything, it gives me a valid excuse to talk to you! I won't wave that away. "