"My dear," Nareth says, shaking his head a little. "How could I possibly underestimate something in which I reside? I know this human's every intimate thought and intention. I know his wishes and dreams, his fears and his guilt. And I am just one Yeerk, this is just one human. Collectively, we know and understand a great deal of what the human race is capable of."
His tumbler emptied, he sets it on the counter with an audible thunk, pushing it back so that the bartender can refill it. "As for our 'swiped technology', humans have been stealing from one another for years. The fact that we can take technology far beyond what we had ever produced and not just understand it, but utilize it, manipulate it, and create new, better versions of it, speaks highly of our own people."