I thought for a moment. The translation routine had converted the partial aphorism literally. And while Quinlans knew about wings, there being a local equivalent to birds, their aphorisms generally involved swimming. It appeared the incomplete translation job at the beginning of the expedition was going to come back to bite me. It wasn’t a big deal in the grand scheme of things, but it was another reason for Motorola to wonder about me. I decided that trying to excuse or explain it would just dig me in deeper. Better to move on. "Look, maybe if you could tell me what your angle is, I could come up with something that would be of value to you."