"Siykul." He waved his two free arms vaguely. "Over there."
"He means he's a Martian," explained Steve. "Aren't you, Peachy?"
"No," he said.
"Venerian?"
"No."
"Mercurian, Jovian, Saturnine, Platonic?"
"No."
"Oh." Steve looked incredulous. "Solar System?"
"Not this one." He pointed, more specifically this time. "That is my home. In your words it is called Bungula, in Centauri. I lived on the second planet, Siykul."
"Pleased to meet you," said Myra. "Now that the formalities are over with, let's get to the point. To what do we owe the pleasure, as we say, of your visit?"