Well, he was right about what her job was, technically, even if he had no authority, fewer manners, and really ought not to be alive. Nautica could afford to be gracious, really.

Not whacking him with her wrench counted as gracious.

"Senator," see, she was even using his title, now that she knew it, even if there was a distinct absence of abject groveling, "they don't generally give briefings on unexpected spacetime anomalies."