"Yes, 'us'. We are... It is irrelevant. Explanations can wait." If their tone sounded a little short, well, it was. Always questioning them. Always nagging. If people could just cooperate with them, things would be that much simpler. And no, they were not going to control everyone like their mother. That was not an option.

"Our plan is to drench the fires and dilute the fuel. In lesser concentrations, the fuel is more likely to burn off without causing a catastrophic explosion of flames. We aren't fond of flame, but this is the lesser of two evils for us and for other survivors. If you can buy us time, we can finish our earlier project. It is taxing to us, but with help, we can do it." They may be a bit cryptic, but they're used to reading eachother's thoughts through the link they share, rather than speaking their plans. The latter takes up so much more time, much to their frustration.