You mutter “I’m sorry, I don’t understand alienese, or alien, or whatever language that is.”
He touches his earpiece, then says, “I’m sorry, I did not have my inter-galactic translator turned on.”
“I said, ‘Stop!’ Since you did, I didn’t shoot you. My name is Oglark, I am the protector of these lands. After my people fled, I stayed to help anyone who stayed behind and to comfort the Kronsit. They’ve given my people so much, we owe them comfort.”
You respond, “But why haven’t I seen anyone?”