Her suggestion of a second, suited person earned her the right to enter unsuited herself.  Pleased with the small victory, Rhylaen waited for Agent-Day to suit up, and darted eagerly to the antechamber leading to the cell.  The locks couldn't cycle fast enough to suit her.  Inside it was the same temperature, and the unknown one sheltered in a burrow of cloth.  She wondered a little at the oatmeal.  Why would they feed a warm food to one who seemed to prefer the cold?  She'd ask about that later.

For the moment she studied the lump curled on the mattress.  She could see one jewel-bright eye watching her, and though the size was different she felt a pang of loss for her own home.  Setting that aside, Rhylaen gathered her focus, and tried to project the ideas she wanted to convey.  [i]"Let me help you,"[/i] she said, though she used her own tongue instead of the human one.  [i]"You are a stranger, as I was.  I mean no harm.  Let me help."[/i]  She extended her hands before her, palms upturned in a sign of peace.  For the moment she stayed near the door -- she would not step closer yet, hopefully not until she received some sort of acknowledgement.  She could sense the wary presence of Agent-Day behind her, and hoped the other woman would do her best to be unthreatening as well.  Her own attention remained on projecting the idea of safety and aid.