Someone else comes in. He leaves the door open, and stands to the side, so he's not blocking the way.

"Are you alright?" 

His voice is gentle. 

She doesn't move.

He turns his back to her, facing the wall. 

...okay.

"We don't want to hurt you. We don't know where you came from, but you're free to leave."

He modulates his voice, giving it a somewhat musical quality. 

This completely fails to get a reaction.

Scott steps inside.

"What do we do if it won't eat anything? Or drink, it has to do something eventually, right?" 

"I have no idea what it is or what it needs. I could examine it, see if there's a medical problem." 

She opens her eyes and, insofar as she can without otherwise moving - which isn't much - looks at Scott.

It's looking at him. 

Is it understanding the tone of his voice?

"I think maybe we should try taking it to the exam room and see if you can find anything out." 

He approaches the kobold.

She watches him approach, impassively, and closes her eyes again when he gets within a few feet of her.

He lifts her up, holding her in his arms.

"It's going to be okay."

She shudders when he touches her, again, though more faintly this time. When he picks her up she leans into him, so subtly he could easily be imagining it.

He is very leanable. 

He places her on the examination table.

"Dr. Deaton will take care of you, don't worry." 

She's back to not reacting to things.

And he comes in, holding some herbs and chanting. 

This person is kinda weird.

Whatever, it's not her problem.

"I can't find any obvious health issues. It might be useful to offer it treatment for some things, I think it might have worse medical care back home. Also, it's not any kind of animal from around here. Foreign species, and not an unusual supernatural creature, either. I'm still unsure of how intelligent it is."

The kobold has no comment.

He sighs, and leaves. 

"Hey," he says, peeking his head in.

"Can I do anything for you?" 

This time he has beef jerky and a carrot. 

She opens her eyes again, and stares at the ceiling for a few moments before looking at him.

"I brought food, maybe? I don't know what you eat. Is it okay if leave it on the table next to you, or not?"

He tries to mime giving her the food, and goes closer. 

She closes her eyes again, and looks briefly pained.

"I eat." She doesn't move, though.

?!?

Careful, don't scare it. Them? He can ask later. Can he? Do they speak English, is it a supernatural creature? Focus, focus...

"Okay. I can leave it here, and you can eat it. I'll come back later. Does that sound good?"