To Niabi it sounds like the terror of a trapped fawn, separated from its mother. Nothing at all like a human voice, and she looks with sharp question at Emery. An old soldier, he's heard enough to know the difference between the scared cries of man and beast.

But maybe she's just used to hearing the latter. It's not as if she spends time with men.

"Not ours," she repeats with a small shake of her head, eyes alert for movement in the shifting darkness at the edge of the torchlight. "Something else." Not someone. Something. But she continues on without hesitation. If she's wrong and it's someone to be saved, then they need to save them. If she's right and it's something to be dealt with, better they do it than put the miners in danger. Or the town entire, if it gets loose on its own.