"I promise we're not a hallucination."

"That's what a hallucination would say," says Mr. Purple.

"We don't speak Tapap either!" cries Mrs. Purple.

"But you are from this planet and presumably planned for this vacation? I'm not asking you to personally translate for us or anything, but if you could direct us somewhere helpful?"

"I don't know where you want to go there isn't going to be a department of aliens -"

"Well no but, like, if there is a tourist bureau or something where they speak Oahkar, going there would probably be more useful to us than continuing to wander around in confusion."

"We just got guides written in Oahkar." Mr. Purple waves his everything.

"Do your guides say anything about any government buildings?"

"Uh..."

"This one uses the capital tower as a landmark..."

"That seems useful, could you show us where it is on a map?"

Yep here it is.

"Thank you!"

"- you're welcome -"

"Wait, what are you here for did you say -"

"We want to stop the war, if we can. Why?"

"...the war isn't important, you're aliens, we need to get off this planet -"

"...We have been made aware of that, we actually got here by accident, we're working on that but it's not something we can just snap our fingers and do yet and fixing the war isn't going to appreciably slow us down."

"Oh."

"Savo should hang."

"Savo should burn."

"I have already been charged by an adorable one-year-old to get the bad guy who poisoned the food. ...I have to say this is all really surreal."

"You think it's surreal!" says Mrs. Purple.

"Fair."

"- is there anything else you need to know, milady alien."

"--No. Thank you."

The purples look at them awkwardly.

Okay invisible again.

...purples blink, look at each other, start composing emails.

Makes sense.

Off to the capital tower.