Dustin pauses to gently tap out his answer with the tip of his shoe. [See for yourself.]

Then he kneels down, one-by-one picking up a golden fruit from the sling created from his outer sweater layer and depositing it on the ground. He tries to wipe his hands off on his jacket before trying to communicate again, but that only makes them tackier, so he gives up and just accepts that he'll have dirt stuck to his fingertips until he can shower in the shuttle later this evening.

[Can get more,] Dustin elaborates. [Have a tool now, not difficult. Might be able to make something similar that your people can use, too.]