Benal kept his finger out of the trigger guard, knowing enough about weapon designs from what the Harvarlans had. He practiced sighting it, played with the light. "We have defvices, too, but yours are probably more powerful."
He grabbed onto the iPod, "It's like my comvice," he produced the triangular object for their inspection. "We use it to talk to each other, everybody's got one." He pushed the comvice into Kari's hand, then stuck an earbud in one ear. "It's close to mideal time, are you hungry? We've got food at Place, but I don't know if it's enough for grooples, you're awful big."
Stevens was mildly amused by half the team's fascination with the native boy. "We'll come back to Place with you, but we have our own food; there's been bad experiences. Crescent, kindly retrieve your weapon and we'll follow our pint-sized native guide."
The boy blinked. "What's a pint?"
He grabbed onto the iPod, "It's like my comvice," he produced the triangular object for their inspection. "We use it to talk to each other, everybody's got one." He pushed the comvice into Kari's hand, then stuck an earbud in one ear. "It's close to mideal time, are you hungry? We've got food at Place, but I don't know if it's enough for grooples, you're awful big."
Stevens was mildly amused by half the team's fascination with the native boy. "We'll come back to Place with you, but we have our own food; there's been bad experiences. Crescent, kindly retrieve your weapon and we'll follow our pint-sized native guide."
The boy blinked. "What's a pint?"
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