Hora's hand went to his face at the mention of primitives. It was the very last thing he wanted to hear that day, as it meant there was a good chance the three would be spending the rest of their lives on this boring rock. The only mercy he could hope for then would be that the natives are more attractive up close than on the horizon.<strong>"Do your thing, Ell."</strong>With that said, the man stepped aside and let the closest thing he had to a diplomat get to work.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, it soon became obvious that Elis'awari was a poor choice of a representative. Hora turned to Maria next, expecting her to be a better speaker than him, even if not by much. Best case scenario, he figured, would be that the primitive society is matriarchal and would listen to her by sole virtue of being a female human. Worst case scenario, if only marginally, they'd have to draw sabers and cut down an entire city wielding pointy sticks and pointy stick shooters. Hora had pretty much had his fill of sex the previous night, but it'd been a while since he'd quenched his thirst for violence.