Lyra nodded furiously as the girl made her gestures. She rocked her arms back and forth, as if cradling a baby, then placed her hands together as if in prayer and batted her eyes at her strange companion. Her mother had always warned her not to act needy and helpless, that her family was better than that, but what choice did Lyra have? Without someone to carry her, she was stuck, and she would never figure out where she had been brought and why.

She paused as the intercom piped up again, saying something about translation to Russian - was that the language this strange girl was speaking? 

"Wheelchairs!" she said as the intercom stated that there were some positioned outside. She looked at the girl and moved her hands back and forth on either of her sides, as if rolling the wheels of such a device. "I could really, really use one - that way, you won't have to carry me!" she said. Of course, the lizard girl would have to push her instead - Lyra had never been able to move herself while in a wheelchair. But surely that was easier!

Her eyes widened as she realized she'd forgotten her manners. She pointed to herself as hastily as he sickly body would allow and said, "Lyra." Then, she turned her finger to the other girl and tilted her head to the side inquisitively. It was of the utmost importance that a lady of her disabilities be polite to those who helped them, for should they change their minds, she would be stranded and alone.