NARRATOR: Meanwhile...
LEGS: Cam Three says the swarm is chittering and flashing reflected light at the missiles. The missiles are station-keeping.
SCHLOCK: That's not right. The missiles were supposed to chase the bugs and blow up.
MURTAUGH: We made friends with that swarm, Sergeant.
SCHLOCK: How do we know they're our friends? All we've done is wave and stuff. We can't really talk.
What if they're up there selling us out?
MURTAUGH: It's a good thing we can't "talk" yet.
I'm sure they'd sell us out once you explained that you wanted them for decoys and chaff.
EBBY: Oh, I don't know. They might be a lot nicer than we are.
MURTAUGH: Or at least nicer than Schlock is.