A Box of Ardendactyls

[With the thinnest amount of patience ever, Nathan tries to at least... make conversation with you people]  Ok, so these... what are you calling them?   Roadies... Rhodans?  ... Whatever.   The green ones.   How the hell am I supposed to understand what they're asking me when they're cornering me out on the street and speaking that... clicky language?  Is there some kind of translator program or ... 

[hesitantly] robot... thing... that could...  [yeah, ok, this is dumb]

I can't believe I'm asking this.

[Deep breath, forging ahead:]  Look, they seem to want something from me, and if they're part of my... constituency here on Coruscant, I'd rather know if they were compliments or death threats.

Anybody who's got a lead on a local linguist or something, I'd appreciate it.