"My dear Temrash," Myitt laughs. "If we decide we trust you we can get you away from whoever's chasing you. Especially if it's a damned turelek." She used the Yeerkish word. "I've met more than one bounty hunter in my time and none of them have been able to chase me home. You'll have to destroy your ship, we can't risk it being tracked, but where we live we are quite good at staying hidden." She looks back down at her friend Ossanlin. "It will have to wait, but...if you're trustworthy, we'll help you."
Corliss steps in, juggling a big, black, ungainly cube sprouding clear and black wires. The tips of some of the wires are glowing white, and a couple others are wrapped in what looks like parafilm or Saran wrap. "Right," he exhales, setting the machine down on the bar between Temrash and Myitt. "Sorry for the unceremoniousness of all this, but if you agree, we can do the bloody thing right here." He starts switching the device on, bits of it glowing deep crimson and the wires glowing brighter.
"Galard, Corliss, you've been hanging around humans too much," Myitt says, amused. "Unless he knows English. I'm not sure if he's been to Earth."
"Oh, erh, yes," says Corliss, and he repeats himself in Galard for Temrash.
