At the sound of an announcement, one of a hostage situation at that, Praefecta crawled out from the crate. She did so like a cockroach, but from what she understood, modesty was important to humans; she had to convey that somehow. She sat curled up on the floor, covering usually-hidden body parts with her crossed ankles and arms. The floor in the room was much colder than the inside of the crate. "I...might be able to help. But..." She looks down at her body to express her situation. What actually concerned her was the much more simple fact that followed: "It's cold."

Of course, it would have helped more if she had spoken in a common language. Instead, what came out was more along the lines of "[i]Nioske tuvad...metcara.[/i]"