Jaq felt her hand taken and the sensation was so alarming that her entire being focused on it. His (he looked like a he, sounded like a he, was more than likely a he – though her dizzy alarm that the rules suddenly no longer seemed to apply around her burbled into a half-hysterical thought of it genders were consistent across ….  No. No reason to put any  paltry word to what she found herself in) hand was soft and firm in a way that a human hand would not be. It was as if his skin had a different function, similar but for a different environment. She'd felt that strangeness once when she'd met a rancher friend of her father's and his hand had felt like an old suitcase, widened at the tips like his hands had spent years flattened against hard, rough surfaces. But then, it had been a hand. The rest of him, tanned and wrinkled and sweet voiced, was human. 

She froze. It was the last action available for her. She'd already tried to run, she did not know what to fight, was not sure she should be crying – there was nothing short of falling over in a dead faint left but she had never been the fainting type. 

He was strong and he drew her upwards and in her fading certainty, she followed the almost real presence of certainty in his voice and his hold on her hand. Robotically, she pulled out from under the (were they blankets?) covering that had been on her, rising beside him. 

Standing, the change of position, shook her out of her lethargy and she tilted her head to look up at him. He was very tall, slightly more slender than she was accustomed to, but it settled well upon a bone structure that might have been human except there was a loose limbed nature to the simple twist of his arm as he tried to move her as if his joints weren't quite the same. 

She went. Her mind struggled to assimilate the world around her. It was bright. Metal, and white and he was a smear of brilliant plumage at her side, like a very tall bird of paradise. She dimly was aware that there was more to take in, but she wasn't able to do more than the feel of his hand. 

To do, he had said. “What,” she was surprised by how soft her voice was and took a breath to steady herself. “What to do? I mean, what is there – What do you want from me?” There. That seemed like a better question, considering he was obviously intending the much to do in regards to her being up and going.