[ Sure, she has a backbone, though it's more like she lacks any sort of filter or self-preservation. Add alcohol into the equation? What tiny sliver of sense she has is probably in orbit somewhere around his planet. Good luck finding it.

Her arms cross to mirror his, and she takes another bold step forward, looking unimpressed. ]

How about "hi, I may look like an adorable tsundere girl, but I'm actually a giant alien robot"? [ Yeah, "robot" feels right. ] That'd be great! I don't deserve to be lied to!

[ Oh, the irony. ]

Besides... [ Her expression softens a tad. ] I know I reacted the way I did, but I actually would prefer to know the real you.

[ She squints. ] Wait. Is your face okay? That...is your face, right?

[ A valid question! Who knows with aliens! ]