[Sounded like they were getting a little cross-wise.] Ah, no, that's the thing--we only understand each other while we've got these on. [He fishes his out from the neck of his suit. It looks different than the new models, more a necklace. Taravast loved covering everything in ornamental little fiddly bits.] If they stop working, or we lose them? Then it's all back to pointing at stuff and doing charades. [Especially for him--funny how nobody here spoke the most common language in the entire galaxy.]

Well, if there's an emergenc--Wait, that's an option? [Thought transference? What?]