Vorik has a hard time understanding that, as would Saval, if he knew what she'd said. He doesn't get the distinction; he uses 'Englishmen' to mean everyone like Amanda, with round ears and red blood and strange cold skin. He's aware that there are a lot of different tribes and factions and so forth among humans, but he doesn't know much about them, and he doesn't want to look ignorant by asking for further clarification. He decides to let it go for now.

"Yes," he says, "all the rest of us are V'tosh. You and Mistress Grayson are the only people we have ever seen who are not. She was the only survivor when her ship crashed here many years ago, before I was born."

Saval has had enough of being ignored, especially as he really needs to be getting back to the village, and so he clears his throat with some irritation. "I have business to attend, Vorik." It's disrespectful to address him that way, and Vorik's raised eyebrow suggests that he's not going to forget it, but Saval's not at all pleased by the way Vorik had just swooped in and taken over. Saval outranks him, if only slightly, and he thinks Vorik would do well to remember that. "You can feel free to come along and translate when I take her to the Council, but I certainly don't have time to stand here waiting all day."

Vorik turns back to Uhura, glad for his pride's sake that she can't understand Saval yet. "If you will, Captain. I'll escort you to speak with the elders."