"Your voice," she says, tilting her head a little as she studies his mouth - she's used to lip-reading human faces, and so this is a little imperfect. She draws nearer, both to better study him and in the hopes that proximity will help her pick out the sounds, displaying an evident unconcern as she traipses just shy of actually invading his personal space. She isn't quite, that's good enough.

(Sometimes, Ilde focuses too sharply on one thing and not another. Her pragmatism is selective, at best.)

After a beat, she adds, "I didn't kidnap you," by way of context.