[Hmph. These Malnosso were barking up the wrong tree for no apparent reason.]

They better start lookin' how to get us off this place if I had anything to say about it. They want out. We want out. It's a fair deal for both sides, is it not?

[Perhaps no one has thought of a parley between the two. Whoever was behind this deserved to be shot on sight, but there was something about the Malnosso's logic he didn't quite understand.]

Aye. Perhaps ye could help me find me old clothes and hat, Mr. Spock? [He looked over Spock's outfit.] I'd rather not wear... anything particularly queer.

[Assuming they were still around here somewhere. If they were, then perhaps his ship would be too. He could only hope.]