Another short nod, and Zahal goes to brew tea for the both of them -- making a show to do it facing Duv. See? Nothing added, and nothing he wouldn't drink himself. Handing a cup to the other man, he sits and takes a sip before regarding the other man. "You'll forgive me for saying so, but the last person we expected to find among the exotics is someone from the planet next door. You Komarrans don't normally stray far from home, as I understand it. Preferring to make money on trade if you can, rather than traveling yourselves."

Not a way he understands, but it works for them.