"Aren't you a bit confused?" she asked mildly.
"How?" He was annoyed at her implied criticism.
"You are a fighter. I'm not. I speak Martian. You don't."
"They'd kill you, Sue! I can't let—"
"Then tell me, in Martian, just what you'd say to Merlo!"
"But—"
She threw his own words back at him. "This thing is bigger than any one of us. I'm going."
Reluctantly he agreed that her words made sense.
"All right," he sighed. "Tell Klev."
The Martian broke into twittering, remonstrating speech as Susan explained, pointing at himself. Slowly and painfully he climbed to his feet and took a few uncertain steps. But then his injured leg collapsed and he crawled ignominiously back.