"We can try to talk to it."
"Morris is dead! Do you want to be next?" Hirota furiously stabbed at the controls until the airlock began to cycle.
"It could have been a misunderstanding. Morris pointed something at it—"
"How would an alien know that?"
Hirota turned, grabbed the quick-connect ring of Anderson's spacesuit. "Listen, if you want to stay and chat, be my guest. But I'm leaving." And with that, he was through the airlock and gone.
Anderson let the lock close and re-pressurize. It wouldn't understand the words, but surely it would know he was trying?