Hito Yon had replaced the oversized umbrella in the slot the hotdog stand provided for it. He sat on the edge of the hotdog stand, while the Alien Lady – whom I’m going to abbreviate to Al for brevity’s sake – sat in his chair and concluded her story.
"And that’s how I ended up wandering downtown: lost physically, emotionally, and culturally," Al said. She had glossed over some parts of the tale – the exact nature of the competition was unimportant, and she’d been too embraced (and disgusted) to reveal exactly what JD had thought in order to make her stop reading his mind. But the framework was there, and she waited patiently for Hito Yon’s reaction. She had to wait, as she was unwilling to risk a repeat of the incident with JD by looking directly into Hito Yon’s mind to see what he was thinking.
For his part, Hito Yon stared at her in stunned silence.
Finally, he cleared his throat. "Please wait right here," he said as he stood. He fished a cellphone out of his jacket pocket. "I have to go make some calls."