"Stop talking like a robot—or are you a robot?"
"I am not! What is the meaning of this? Using a distress-call band for—"
"This is a distress call," snapped Dusty. "And part of the distress is that I can't identify myself because I don't know the language."
"You'll have—"
"The other part of the distress is that the man who knows all about this is likely to die of a bad accident if he is not given medical attention. So now you know, tell me what to do next."
"Who are you?"
"I am Dusty Britton, if that means anything."
"I don't know you."
"Of course not. I've never been to Marandis. I'm not a Marandanian, just a character of the race your play-mates term 'Backward,' and/or 'Primitive.' But you better do something fast."
"What is the name of the injured party?"