"Kind of jumpy, eh? What is it, Nargyll?"
argyll burst into a burbling succession of native phrases, which Olear had some difficulty following.
"Nargyll wants to move your ship into one of the sheds, but the activator key's gone."
"Yeah, I know," Olear assented casually. "I got it. Leave the ship till I get ready. Then I'll put it away. Get out, Nargyll."
The native, hesitated, then on the lift of Morones' eyebrows departed. Olear shifted a chair so that he could watch both Morones and the door. He reopened the conversation easily:
"Well, we understand each other. You don't want me here and I'm here. So what are you going to do about it?"
Morones flushed. He struggled to keep his temper down.
"What do you want to know?"