H is for Help

"Wait! We need air how are we going to breathe?"

Cyrano looks at me. "Shouldn't that have been the first thing on your mind when you woke up? Shut up, you'll be fine, obviously the Martians want to spare you."

I opened my mouth to reply, but I realized my stupidity. The door of the ship opened and we stepped back out onto the soil of Mars.

A martian appears on the ground right in front of me. "Help us!"

Cyrano steps in front of me and extends a hand to the martian, "Hello! Cyrano Turing and Allie Human at your service! What is it that you require?

I tap him on the shoulder. "You do know that that isn't how surnames work on Earth, right?"

Cyrano doesn't turn around, instead he makes a talk to the hand motion while still looking at this Martian before us.

The Martians get closer and one brings forth a little robot.

"That's the Mars Rover!" I exclaim.

Cyrano turns around. "You're right. Surnames don't work the same way on Earth. Yours is Allie Obvious, apparently."

I have no reply, so I childishly stick out my tongue. Cyrano imitates me.

He faces the Martians again and claps his hands together. "So! What seems to be the problem?"