Tosh And Owen had half dragged, half carried the multi tentacle mass into the center of the hub, opting to stand him under the water tower until they could find better way of transporting him. The second creature, who they had named Glib, for the untranslatable noise that constantly found its way out of his mouth. Glib held his partner up under the water, letting out a gasp of relieve when he finally came around with a groan.
"What happened there then?" Tosh asked softly, and Glib answered.
"There was a lack of sufficient Hydrogen-Oxygen bonded particles in that room. It appears my partner here shut himself down so that I would be preserved." Owen and Tosh glanced nervously at each other.
"We didn't want you to get sick or anything. I would have gotten you some water if you had asked." Glib bowed his eyestalks in the approximation of a nod.
"I understood this, but didn't feel an issue arising until this twyllo decided to harm himself." Owen looked questioningly at Tosh.
"Did that just translate in Welsh?" Tosh shrugged.
"It does that sometimes." She turned her attention back to the aliens at hand.
"Can you please tell him that he doesn't need to go sacrificing himself as long as he is in our custody? We are here to help, not to harm. " Owen stated, slightly annoyed at the preventability of their situation. Tosh added quickly.
"If we would have known how little the water vapor index in that room was, we would have been more attentive." The aliens inclined their tentacles, the paler of the two more sluggishly.
"It is entirely our fault. Please do not feel guilt over this. I shall have words with him once he recovers fully."
"That will not be necessary. In his position, I would have made the same sacrifice. Especially for my partner." Owen said, glancing surreptitiously at Tosh. She blushed slightly, knowing that the doctor had already died for her.
"Now, if I may ask, is there any room in which the H2O concentration would be amiable for us?" Tosh dashed over the computer, typing furiously.
"Ok, so cell block C has a high moisture content, but it also has the Hoix. And frankly I don't want you two in a cell. You're our guests, not our prisoners." Glib gargled.
"That is something we have already established. I would be more than happy to remain in a – you called it a cell- next to another creature if it means the health of my partner will not be compromised." Tosh smiled at him softly.
"Alright then, I'll take you two down their once he gets better. Owen, will you please go sanitize it and pad it a bit? I don't want him freaking out." Owen nodded.
"Yes boss." He winked before disappearing to obey her command. Glib was still holding the other creature,
Fall. That's an appropriate name for him. Tosh thought, a sweet smile curling her lips.