 Why are the Kar-Rah shouting "Kaalleee tik tik tik!"?
A scream of brakes, the splash into icy waters, a long descent into alkaline depths ... Movement was slower now, as he began to sink, trapped inside his wrecked car. The edges of that almost bottomless pool were caked with a rim of white—for the water, on which dead birds so often floated, was surcharged with alkali. The ripples that had ruffled the surface waters in the Pit, quieted again to glassy smoothness. "Kaalleee! Tik!... Kaalleee!..." "Kaalleee!... Tik, tik, tik!..." Then other vocal organs took up that trilling wail, and those short, sharp chuckles of eagerness. Lacking qualities identifiable as human, the disturbance was still like the babble of a group of workmen who have discovered something remarkable. The icy breeze tore tiny puffs of dust from grotesque, angling drifts of soil, nearly waterless for eons. "Kaalleee!... Tik, tik, tik!..." Loy Chuk had flown his geological expedition out from the far lowlands to the east, out from the city of Kar-Rah. Loy Chuk and his fellow workers were gathered, tense and gleeful, around the things their digging had exposed to the daylight. The dry mud that had encased it like an airtight coffin, had by now been chipped away by the tiny investigators; but soiled clothing still clung to it, after perhaps a million years.
 They are exuberating in their discovery of a human
 They are warning each other of a potential predator  They are praising Loy Chuk for his accomplishment  They are attempting to reconvene after being separated  They are exuberating in their discovery of a human