Honestly, kid, it smells sweet, not minty.

< Oh, how polite! >, the Captain's eyes squint into pleased half-circles, and she claps her hands together. < You hear me in your language, because I am not speaking to you! Well, I am, but not with sounds. My People are telepathic. Conversation goes straight from my mind to yours, and back. >

She keeps "grinning" with her eyes.

< It's cool, huh? Makes communication really easy! >