Elliot stares at her, not understanding the trill she sent his way.  What was she, that she made the sounds of birds but not the words of, well...  Humans.  There was no way she had been living wild here to her apparent age, maybe something had happened to her, maybe she needed a psychologist, some sort of mental help.  He swallowed hard.  He did not want to treat her roughly, but in her state there was no way she was going to be able to fend for herself.  He stood and moved slowly back towards her, steeling himself for what was to come.<br/><br/>"I just want to help..."<br/><br/>He speaks softly, trying to keep his tone soothing.