Kila: Good luck.
Ferris: Goodbye! Have fun with your data. Wait, aren’t those kids supposed to show us around tomorrow? Did we give them any way to get ahold of us? We didn’t, did we? Are they, like, just going to show up? Kila, I am starting to think we might not be good at this.
Kila: I am wondering if these people might be worth taking notice of after all.
Ferris: Um. Yeah. Don’t be afraid of freaky aliens until the little kids show up? Because kids are scary? Really, Kila.
Kila: I do not fear them, Ferris. A daughter of Jukani fears nothing. The boy is clearly rather simple. The girl is utterly disrespectful and she has the look of a liar. She is weak and soft and will be underestimated. If she is also intelligent, she may have more power than we might expect. She had no fear of me, Ferris. Me. And if she does try crap- I don’t- I can’t hurt a child. What would I do about her? At the least she is clearly determined to make my life unpleasant.
Ferris: “I’m Kila Ilo, and I’m scared of little girls because all I know is hitting.”
Kila: “I’m Richard Ferris, and I will lose my job because I make funs of my boss.”