After the captain dragged the temporarily lifeless body to his bed, he boarded the girl's ship to search for something he could fix up for her to eat and drink. He needed to make his apology great or he was probably going to be in a world of pain.
Aboard her ship, he couldn't help but snoop,"Who is this girl? Why does she own an alien spacecraft?" He found very little out of the ordinary for humans, but by society's standards, she was a complete puzzle. Very diverse music collection, funky hair styles, paintings, poetry. This girl was blossoming with creativity.
He eventually found some bacon and orange juice for her. "I haven't seen bacon in so long, it's scary."
Among the amazing aroma, the girl started to stir in the captain's bed. Startled at first out of disorientation, then a little enraged that she just got knocked out by some Jerk off, then an inward smile at the note next to the bed, "Oops."
She wandered toward the smell of bacon and was surprised to find the steamy pile of meat, and then the delicious bacon, which was strewn across the mini table over a large plastic wrap plate. It was arranged in such a manner so as to spell out 'I Am SorrY?'.
"It's forgiven, on account of your major efforts at the art of apology."
He was startled. He didn't know she was in the room. He also didn't think she would budge so easily. "Was it the bacon?"
"Ehh, we'll stick with that, yeah." She was... playing with him?
"I see you raided my ship."
"Either I knock you out and raid yours or you kill me and take mine." He smiled at her while tending to the bacon. She giggled a very cute giggle.
Things were off to a very pleasant start. He finished cooking the bacon and took a seat at the table with the girl. He nodded at her to eat something to help get her mind straight, questioning her,"So what's your story? Why'd you come to my ship?"
She finished a slice and looked up with a pair of impressively colored eyes. They seemed to deepen with recollection.

The distress call came in a little fuzzy, but the girl could tell this man was just what she had been hoping to come across out in the nowhere of the omniverse: probability dictated it... The only place she would find someone worth her time was out where only she would go.
She had been jettisoned also. Not too long ago. She was shot out near a planet full of other worldly intelligent life. She befriended them and received a form of artistic enlightenment and a better ship to travel the universe "to find what makes her happy". She liked art. She loved how chaotic it was, but over layers of complexity it formed structured dreamscapes. Knowing the only thing that would make her happy was unrestrained, raw, human being... Like, deadly real feelings, she took off in search of art incarnate.
She was lucky that she knew exactly where he would be, she had made the calculations, and by omniversal law, the only place he could be on this time was here, at nowhere.
She went to the location and sure enough, among the scraps of "would have"s and "if only"s, there was the shining vessel. As if one person raised their head above everyone else in a crowded room to find someone else with their head above the others, looking for them, there the distressed ship awaited.
She boarded the ship only to be ambushed by the captain.

"So you were looking for me?"