Ulkay nodded and pointed to the nozzle on the front. "This," said his voice from the nozzle, "picks up as well as recepts."
"Receives," said Craig automatically.
"—as receives," said the nozzle automatically. "There will exist some few ungrammatics but it will mostly make sensible."
"Man, this simplifies everything!" Lloyd exclaimed. "Ulkay, do you mind if we ask you some questions?"
Ulkay, via the nozzle, replied with dignity, "You and your Craig have questioned with relentless of us. Can we be allowed the similar luck?"
"I beg your pardon," Lloyd said sincerely. "Go ahead and ask."
"These transparents you wear upon your faces, why?" asked the nozzle, in a mechanical monotone.
"The air." Lloyd gestured with a sweep of his arm. "It is too thin to support our kind of life without these masks."
"Strange," said the nozzle. "And where are your women?"
"We did not bring them with us," said Lloyd. "We made this trip strictly to find you."