"Did you say hello?" they both asked.
"What did you say?" they said, each in a different tongue.
They scowled.
"Who are you?" said Tomas in English.
"What are you doing here?" In Martian; the stranger's lips moved.
"Where are you going?" they said, and looked bewildered.
"I'm Tomas Gomez."
"I'm Muhe Ca."
Neither understood, but they tapped their chests with the words and then it became clear.
And then the Martian laughed. "Wait!" Tomas felt his head touched, but no hand had touched him. "There!" said the Martian in English. "That is better!"
"You learned my language, so quick!"
"Nothing at all!"
They looked, embarrassed with a new silence, at the steaming coffee he had in one hand.
"Something different?" said the Martian, eying him and the coffee, referring to them both, perhaps.
"May I offer you a drink?" said Tomas.
"Please."
The Martian slid down from his machine.
A second cup was produced and filled, steaming. Tomas held it out.
Their hands met and--like mist--fell through each other.
"Jesus Christ!" cried Tomas, and dropped the cup.
"Name of the gods!" said the Martian in his own tongue.
"Did you see what happened?" they both whispered.
They were very cold and terrified.
The Martian bent to touch the cup but could not touch it.
"Jesus!" said Tomas.
"Indeed." The Martian tried again and again to get hold of the cup, but could not. He stood up and thought for a moment, then took a knife from his belt. "Hey!" cried Tomas. "You misunderstand, catch!" said the Martian, and tossed it. Tomas cupped his hands. The knife fell through his flesh. It hit the ground. Tomas bent to pick it up but could not touch it, and he recoiled, shivering.
Now he looked at the Martian against the sky.
"The stars!" he said.
"The stars!" said the Martian, looking, in turn, at Tomas.
The stars were white and sharp beyond the flesh of the Martian, and they were sewn into his flesh like scintillas swallowed into the thin, phosphorescent membrane of a gelatinous sea fish. You could see stars flickering like violet eyes in the Martian's stomach and chest, and through his wrists, like jewelry.