Telaliel waits several moments while the captain arranges his ship and the fighters, listening intently through the little translator she was provided.  Intriguing how quickly they were able to manufacture such a thing, though it wasn't like the planet was exactly quiet.  If anyone was willing to sit around long enough to listen and decipher open broadcasts into something usable it wouldn't take too much to have at least a seed of language to work with.  She tilts her head as the captain finishes his work, "I assume that you have some method of discerning foods that are...at the least not toxic to your people?"