There. Mutual trust.

I trust you not to step on me, and you trust me to tell you a completely true story I won't be telling.

[ One proto-glove is lifted off of the floor and set onto a lab table with less than needed amount of grace. She then turns to her lovely new bouquet. One to scrap, one to dissect. Perfect.. ]

Your lifeforms don't have a data transfer protocol, do you.

It'd be awfully innaccurate to tell a story without the proper pictures.