"At this point they probably have already forgotten about us", he says while lowering his hands to put Uhura at ease.
"Yeah well we don't know that so no sudden gun position moves please because that pot is still on the fire boiling." Uhura motions towards the big pot the natives had on the fire.
Trying to be coy, "Yeah, I wonder how that pot tastes. Do you know what you might taste like in a stew Uhura?" He chuckles a bit.
"Oh my goodness, just thinking about that gives me the creeps. I might have to borrow some of your thinking if it ever came to me being stab or boiled. I will fight to the last before I would allow the latter to happen."
"Oh so you're saying that if it came down to it you wouldn't mind being a grunt after all?"
"Ha! Not a grunt at all, it is just that desperate situations call for the most unusual and desperate measures."
Shaking his head in a funny way as to show approval for what Uhura is saying Major replies with a smile, "And that's why they call us grunts because we're like that all the time, put in the thick of things and desperate to get out."
"I can well imagine but I'll save that 'type' of action for when I really need it and not before."