[The names mean nothing to the Helmsman, except maybe a distant, unexplained ache in his head. That voice is so soothing to him, though. Something deeper than his programming tells the Helmsman that this troll and his companion mean no harm.]

Thythtem apologitheth. Thythtem thought utherth would hurt Thythtem.

[His voice cannot rise much beyond a whisper, as he talks through the waves of pain. It helps to concentrate on the bright red eyes of the one nearest him. Weird color. There is nothing in his helmsman databanks on this. Yet, looking at them distracts from the pain.]

In an emergenthy, Helmthman Thythtem may grant utherth temporary adminithtrative privelageth.
Biowireth in need of theriouth repair. Thythtem needth medical unit, nutritional and thoporific liquidth.

[In his desperation, his psionics rummage through the supplies thrown all over the room.]