[ God, aliens are so weird. The sight of that escape route plus the indignant-sounding fuck you finally sets Ramir off though, and she laughs. And reaches to snag the back of Keats's shirt to hold him back, because the weird green lady earned this escape. ]

Look, I know you probably don't see this much, but that's what backing down from a pissing contest looks like, so you can let her go.