Dirk nods as they click and hum at him, a tiny furrow forming between his brows. Their version of morse seems more sound-based than standard English spelling, but he thinks he's picking up on the meanings alright enough even with the rapid translation he's having to do in his head.

[hum click, hum hum hum, hum - click click click click, click, click hum click, click]

Not here. He's got no idea how much any of these folks know about the multiverse shit and he doesn't need anyone deciding he's fucking with them and just shooting him in the face.

[hum, click, hum click click hum, click hum, click click click]

Texas.