The Contact Point

Somewhere on Mars there had to be a meeting of the minds....
Lieutenant Lloyd spotted the first alien in the ruins of the strange red Martian city on the second day of exploration. His first impulse was to call out to the other men—but then, afraid his voice would startle the creature down at the end of the rubble-strewn street, he silently unholstered his military service pistol and crept forward toward the back (he hoped it was the back) of the alien, his breath rasping behind his faceplate.
He was a mere ten paces short of his goal when loose gravel beneath his heavy boot betrayed him. Even in the thin Martian atmosphere, the sound was a sharp one. The creature spun about, one appendage gripping the haft of a slim crystal tube. He froze there, watching Lloyd with odd oval-shaped eyes, yellow-orange in color. Lloyd's thumb slid back the safety catch on his automatic, slowly, carefully.
Then the creature lowered the tube and its wide lipless mouth curled in what had to be a grin. Ookl okkl? it said distinctly.
Lloyd looked into the alien eyes and was pleased to see the intelligence within their depths. He reholstered his pistol and held out his hand. Lieutenant Lloyd of the Sherlock II , he said.
The alien hesitated, then inserted the four flaccid stalk-things at the end of its arm into Lloyd's hand. They shook these clasped appendages solemnly, then withdrew their own with relief.
Boy, am I glad you Martians are friendly! Lloyd laughed. When I saw you up the street, I envisioned a full-scale guerrilla attack and—Damn, you're not getting a word of this, are you?
In reply, the creature pointed to its thoracic region and said, Ulkay Blet. It pointed to Lloyd again and enunciated carefully, Lieutenant Lloyd.
Glad to know you, Ulkay. Or do I call you by both names? Or just Mister Blet?
Ulkay, the alien said. Blet, he added. Ulkay Blet, he clarified, with an almost Earthlike shrug.
It was strictly a take-your-pick name, Lloyd saw. He took his pick. Ulkay, tell me, are you the last of your race, or are there others of your kind still left alive on Mars?