Cyana flies into the room, her thick wings folding up once she passed through the doorway in order to allow her easier access.  Both her hands sparkle and crackle with shards of sparkling dust circling around her gauntlets, but she wanted to offer at least some chance of speaking.  "Why are you doing this?" she called out.  "Why are you summoning the Noise and killing people?  Is it because you hate humanity?  Do you despise your own existence?"  Her eyes drifted around through her visor, unsure if she'd be able to save anyone, but still hoping for the possibility.