The conversation presented did not fall on deaf ears, but she had to admit that it was actually nice to see that cluelessness could be a shared phenomenon. It was a mean thought, but what did they expect? You could lock up a human for days and get a similar response to what the alien gave them: apprehension, despair, stress. But what did she know? The people she dealt with understood her when she spoke, they were able to communicate and eventually come to a conclusion. She hadn't the slightest idea how to communicate with something that didn't understand her.

Her head leaned on her knuckles, a distant and unconcerned look on Day's face as she simply listened. Her former partner would likely have gone barging into the holding cell and yelled at the poor thing until it got smart enough to punch him or until it died of shock. Then she would have to go in and cleanup. If only it was as simple as apologizing on someone's behalf and either bribing or offering to make amends. Maybe she wasn't as cut out for this job as she thought if that was where her mind was.

Coming back to attention at the sound of her name, she tuned back just in time to hear Rhylaen make yet another plea to go see the alien. A kind effort, but one that often went ignored for some reason. Part of her thought it was because people were paranoid that she could somehow break it free. The little alien was relatively harmless--at the moment, anyway--and she presented a valid point.

"Telepathic communication could be more effective, considering any verbal communication falls on deaf ears--figuratively speaking," She decided to vouch for Rhylaen. "We're running out of other options and time. Telepathy provides an opportunity we can't afford to ignore, and it may be more open to being approached by another extra terrestrial."