"It's worth a shot," Agreed one of the doctors at the table. "We've tried just about everything else." 

The suited man at the head of the table seemed apprehensive about the idea. But, alas, they couldn't afford to brush it aside anymore. A  person's life was on the line, and whatever scientific discoveries they held onto would likely die with them. He nodded. 

"Fine. Rhylaen, you can suit up and go in. Everyone else, standby." He stood, collecting his notes, and walked across the room to open a door into what looked like a control room. There, a large, glass window looked into a medium sized, very brightly lit holding cell. Lights shined from every direction, eliminating almost all shadows and making those that [i]did[/i] exist faint and weak. The only furniture in the room was a mattress on the floor with a lump of blankets. The alien couldn't be seen right away, but it was fair to assume that he was hidden under all of those quilts. And no wonder, those lights would make [i]anyone[/i] uncomfortable. 

The man rifled through some of the thermo suits they kept by the cell. With the alien's body temperature being so low, it wasn't out of the realm of imagination that he could use his own skin as a weapon against them. He found the smallest one, which would still swallow the small woman whole, and handed it to her. 

"We'll be out here in case anything goes wrong." The others from the meeting room filed in to watch.