(Sent you a PM on what you have missed so far, Setcho. Hope it helps!)
Laharin was startled by the natives who had come in and returned his equipment. He had not expected such kindness, regardless if they knew what they were giving back to him or not. Perhaps their society was much better off than he initially thought?
Gently setting down the two aliens still resting on his back, he bowed deeply with his upper torso and knelt with his forelegs, expressing his deepest thanks. He knew they did not understand their spoken language, but perhaps they would understand such a gesture? Grinning slightly, he padded over to his weapon, tripod and sandbag, quickly breaking the latter two down and stowing them away in their pouches.
Sighing in gratitude, he heard Taero talking outside. Maneuvering around the bodies, he opened the flap and peered at him. "What happened to Silva?"