Well, Desmond wasn't about to go running at her like a flock of pigeons in a park or anything but he was light on his feet now, steps thoughtful in his approach. He slowly lifted his hands up to show he meant no harm, giving a guess she may understand the gesture. These animals, or whatever they were around here, appeared to be incredibly intelligent and registered human language, if Connor and his bird were anything to go by.

Trying to keep that in mind, Desmond hoped whatever he would say wouldn't insult her. He just wanted to know what she was.

"Never seen something like you before," he tried, wondering if any of them could actually speak.