The colorless girl said nothing, merely allowing the Otherworld Anchor to pick her up with the Cold One. She was dropped quickly, and when she did, her heavy body made a small crater in the asphalt from being dropped at such a height. She caught herself by crouching her legs and letting her hand balance herself out on the ground. She stood to witness a newcomer, and the alien from before. He was drawing his gun, and while her metallic blood boiled, ready to fight again, she realized something. 

[i][b]"K.*(KRU(@*$MIIT!"[/i][/b]

It was not profanities she shouted, but words in her native tongue. Most of it sounded like noises, some of it similar to static, all mixed with the sound a blade being sharpened. Strange indeed, but she didn't seemed fazed by how strange it sounded to humans or humanoids. It was how all talked on Taalunia. She struggled now to grasp the word she had said in human tongues.

"Co....Com...." She scowled, and looked to the observer. "Human tongue is... funny, no?" She said this as she stepped closer to him, moving slow, trying to talk to him. "Com... C....Com promise." She had only seen the word in a book and spoke it as it looked according to the language she had reflected thus far, 'com' and 'promise' rather than 'com-pro-mize.'

"We.... help you.... purchase food... For your... Girl...?" At least she was getting a handle on the language. She would need to hear more to reflect more. "You... leave people... in..." What was that word for 'non violence' they used here?