You can't say no to that face

Strangely, you find your shoulders relaxing, and your lips curving into a gentle smile. She was obviously frightened, and you always had a soft spot for those in trouble. You even squat down, almost resting yourself on your calves, all the while staring into her surprised eyes. "Now now, who in their right mind would ever hurt someone as adorable as yourself? Certainly not me. You have nothing to fear, I'm not angry, and I won't be telling anyone about - Whatever you're doing here."

She looks at you for a moment longer before her head ducks back down into the darkness, only for her whole body to leap from the hole and land in front of you. Now that you get a good look at her, you see she is definitely not a 'mouse'. Though she remained in a shy stance, hunched over and arms across her chest, if she stood strait you guessed she would probably come just barely chest-level with you.

You notice she actually seems to have four arms, and her back is covered in sharp-looking quills that seems to crackle with electric current, glowing a pale blue. The quills travel down the length of her tail, which sways back and forth. She has a rather cute face, a wide muzzle, and striking yellow eyes.

You take a moment to consult your Compendium, it wasn't hard to find a picture of her species. As usual, it gave a long explanation which he didn't have time to go through right now, so he skimmed the important bits, not realizing her was speaking out loud. "Species: Raavan, a creature from the quarantined planet Delveton 3. To most sentient species, they are considered little more than vermin, or pests. They are of low intelligence and are unable to converse. If you find one, alert someone immediately."

Looking up, you see her looking at the floor, her hands wringing nervously, "A-Heh... Heh... Yea, can't argue with that. My kind isn't exactly known for much except being... Pests. But it's not like I have much choice, I don't want to die, I need to feed! I... Don't want to... Steal... Or die..."

The little alien seems almost in tears, and all you want to do is wrap her up in a big hug, but you hold yourself back. You presume if you move too quickly, you'll just scare her away. Still, someone is bound to come down the hall eventually, standing here talking will not only get her caught, but will probably get you in trouble too.

"Listen," you say softly. "I know that, from your perspective, there's no reason to trust me. Maybe it's just simple curiosity, but I want to help you out, and all I ask in return is that you allow me to know more about you." You've learned from experience that, unless you ask for something in return, people generally distrust you. "Whatever you were doing was messing with the lights in my room, which is just down the hall. Maybe we can talk there, instead of waiting to be caught here?"