The one in the center spoke first.
The translator in Diana's ear caught most of it. Not all. The sixty percent vocabulary coverage Kelvin had warned her about meant that some of what came through was approximation, the device filling gaps with the closest available equivalent and flagging the uncertain parts with a tone she had learned to recognize.
What came through was clear enough.
"What threat do you speak of. And why do humans concern themselves with threats on our world."
Diana looked at the twelve Vel'ai surrounding her. At the weapons still pointed at her. At Shade behind her, fully visible now, the pale amber eyes moving across the room with the unhurried attention of something that had already decided the geometry of the space and what it would do in it, what chaos it would bring to it.
She thought about how to answer that.
'They don't know,' she realized. 'They genuinely don't know what's been living on their planet for two years.'
