"No. Tall. Ugly-bald." Tet'h indicated his own luxurious pelt and then became confused as he realized that the Terrans were of the same, "Ugly-bald" complexion. He covered his face with both hands and muttered something that sounded apologetic and humble.
"Forget it," laughed McBride. "We ... like Telfans."
"Not like Drake," said Tet'h.
"Thanks," said Hammond honestly.
"How know ... here?" asked Timkins.
"You here?" asked Tet'h pointing to the ship and the surrounding landscape.
"Aren't we?" grinned Timkins.
"Save the fine rhetoric for later when they get the point of double talk," suggested Hammond.
Tet'h led them to the plane and Gormal and Elyon lifted a large case out. Tet'h opened it and handed McBride a little instrument. It was a cabinetless job, every part exposed.