This section takes place after the Brillar have been moved to Oa. They are refugees now and have basically just lost everything. But they're still alive so it's not all bad. Polt is their only food source and is mentioned a few times in other lines. The Brillar are like bipedal sea horses only on land whose skin glows and changes color. Right now they're afraid, a little un-trusting and just generally unsure of their future, or what to do about where they are. The lines below are just samples as a crowd of Brillar all talk amongst themselves very loudly and on the verge of panic. The scene can be found on pages 23-24 if you'd like more context for the scene. Again feel free to improv anything that fits the scenario.