The attempt to communicate with Scree seemed to fail, and she gave a sigh, continuing about making sure that he was otherwise okay, curious about how his body was reconnecting itself. She would give anything to study Scree, and hoped he would be happy to allow her. He seemed the curious type. 

And then everything seemed to happened once more. Niesha cursed, figuring she would be in charge of the strange Scree, Niesha glanced to him, as he spoke to himself. From his tone it was clearly a wondering where the hell he was. [color=f6989d]"it's an infirmary. In-fir-ma-ry. To repair injuries"[/color] she pointed to his nose at this, trying to convey the meaning behind her words, as well as pointing around the infirmary. 

After a few seconds she offered her hand, [color=f6989d]"it's not safe, let me take you somewhere safe, okay?"[/color] she gave what she hoped was a reassuring smile, waiting to see if he'd accept the offered hand. While Niesha was good at languages, she wasn't going to sit there and learn a new one in minutes. So gestures and other ways of communicating would have to do.