"Information technician," Thirty-Third repeated. He bobbed and jerked and twitched, as if this was something he could agree with. "Well, we're perfectly reasonable, if you need that sort of warning. I never know how much warnings fleshlings need. But an information technician! We have those!"

It was probably difficult to tell, but Thirty-Third was beaming madly at him. See how those mandibles are twitching like he wanted to take a bite out of him? Or the waving feelers? His species way of signaling his pleasure.

As luck would have it -

"I'm a tech too. If you were my species, we would be hive brothers, you know," Thirty-Third said, pleased. "Now, you must tell me everything you do as a fleshling version. I will help you exacavate if you tell me stories."

Tom, you may have found yourself a new friend.