He stared at the creatures. They looked different than he was. He had never seen anyone quite like them. They were nothing like the Tropicanian race.The pilot extended his hand to greet the triumvirs. After they had finished their formal greeting, the pilot realized that there was not much farther he could go with communicating, unless by some miracle, the triumvirs knew the Tropicanian language.
He pointed to himself in an ownership type fashion, "hello," then he pointed to the others "hello." His attempt was 'my hello to your hello.' THat was the only way he could figure on how to ask for basic translating.