Alex scambled back as best he could, threatening to dump his ass on the ground again. "Who the fuck are you?" he demanded, scrabbling for the sidearm that was at his side. Of course it didn't work, but it was an automatic reaction - and that was a thought he didn't like. The shock was also a great way of sobering him up. "And where am I?" He could ask why the hell this guy was on his ship, but it was pretty obvious right now that Alex was not where he should have been.