She seemed much calmer than before, with only a few light sniffles and some heavier than usual breathing to show for her troubles. She slowly turned her head to see who had entered, and upon seeing Cid, simply turned back around and slumped further against the medical bay’s bed. Knowing she did not understand their tongue, he grasped a nearby sheet of paper and a pencil and began to write a note to inform her of their situation. It was halfway through the process of writing that she began to speak, in a strained tone of voice fitting for one under such duress.