[Huh. Not much of a linguistic connection there. Species name, maybe? Or a separation between land and clan? Much as he likes exploring and hearing about other worlds, it's super irritating not to know enough to make all the improbable connections he's used to.]

I definitely won't eat them. And a gun is this.

[He unholsters his sidearm, keeping the safety on, his finger off the trigger, and absolutely not handing it to his new pal. Safety first.]

It fires projectiles—really hard, really fast. You don't want to be on the other end of one of these.