[He has no idea what words she may be saying, even though they don't sound completely like words at all. Maybe it's some truly foreign language he's never heard, even here. A'oran couldn't be sure, truly, and leaving his communicator off adds an extra difficulty. But he can understand body language and he looks over to the pencils.]
Oh, there they've gone. I should have known a cup of all things was too simplistic to accomplish such a complicated task as sitting on its foot ring.
[He pushes himself up, letting the notebook he'd been working drop easily to the ground before moving to start collecting the array of pencils himself.]
I appreciate the effort, but a man would be rather low indeed if he couldn't manage to pick up after himself.