The person hisses, a hand thrown up in clear frustration. (Dispensing with the manual translations now - I'm not going to keep making you suffer through that.)

[wat texas?!]

Their companion - someone that hasn't spoken up yet - snaps their fingers rapidly to grab their attention.

[grandf new texas,] they explain quickly. [his grandf from it. i tink? kid tales.]

[rly?]

[ya,] insists the third individual, nodding. All five of them share a long, meaningful look, then at once turn back to stare at Dirk, eyes wide like saucers. At this point, Dirk should be able to see that other villagers are starting to cautiously poke their heads out from the various huts nearby.

[...ur from out?] asks the first, slowly again, with a point towards the distant shoreline.