The intelligent one leaned in toward Prime and whispered, "she appears to not understand your lingo."
Prime shooed him away, "I can see that, thanks."
Prime smiled warmly and stepped forward, clarifying that he was the leader of the pack. He rubbed the back of his head almost bashfully and then held out a hand.
"Babe, it means someone who is..." hot? cute? "pretty. I'm Jamie. Uh, give me a second. You!"
He pointed to the intelligent duplicate, "You, go find a job and report back to home base after. You two," he gestured to the one on the phone and the shy one, "go get the low-down on the city from the locals and report back to home base after."
"Roger that," said the one on the phone and the quiet one followed him as the intelligent one drifted off to do just that: find a job. That left Prime with the girl and he turned back to her with his smile wider.
"A little bird told me some people around here are from other places, like me."