"Then again if I were to have one of those it might get broken in combat or I might not even remember to look at it because I'm just not trained like that, you know?"
Uhura gives a puzzled expression and says, "Not trained like 'that'? Oh, so what are you trained like?"
"You know, I'm trained to attack and kill not to find out if there are any harmful chemicals around. I guess I'm more like a grunt."
"A grunt? Yeah, I see what you mean. These instruments might be too far beyond your scope of attack and kill." She gives a grin.
"Hey now, be nice, after all I'm just a Grunt."
Major yawns. "Their dancing is making me sleepy, we need to find a way to escape here. Maybe we're just being too polite."
"Nothing personal, just going what you said." She then smirks and adds "Grunt" And laughs. She looks over at the dancing. She turns back to Major, "What made you decide to do this anyways, I mean why not be a flyer or a merchant?"
"I don't know... I've always loved this kind of thing... You know shooting." He makes a sign with his hands as though he were holding a gun and targeting someone.
"Hold on their cowboy, you'd better put down those hands of yours before these natives think you're going to shoot them!"