She takes a baby step closer to the troll, still reaching out toward him. Her cybernetic arm hangs by her side, palm turned toward him to show that she's empty handed. The blue light embedded in her hand is dimmed to a faint glow.

Kit can barely understand him, but she gets the gist. "That's okay. I don't speak Troll well." Or at all. She takes another baby step closer. "You look like you might need help. Why don't we get you somewhere safe, hmm?"