"It seems we have an accord, then. Nobody here will harm you without provocation." Vorik will tentatively take her at her word, because he'd like to trust her, and because Amanda certainly hadn't turned out to be a threat--though she hadn't had backup, either. He nods, pleased.

"I think I've heard of Africa before," he says thoughtfully. "Only once. We have an Englishwoman here who told me of it."

He's still ignoring Saval, who really can't do anything except stand there with his arms folded. It's not his fault Saval can't understand what they're saying.

"The language is--we call it V'tosh, as we also call ourselves. Mistress Grayson refers to us as 'Vulcans,' after a deity from the ancient myths of her people." Or...something like that, anyway. Vorik's not really clear on the distinction between British people and ancient Romans. "I understand that there are a great many of your people across the ocean."