Vika doesn't breathe; consequently, her voice is still steady and low, like she's not pushing her systems into combat tolerances. "Long mammal, take this as both assurance and threat: I don't kill people by accident."

The edge of the woods presents a problem; Vika hits a final tree and slides down it, her feet giving both purchase and give. When she hits the ground she looks around and realizes, well shit, these things are everywhere. Who turned on the difficulty modifiers?

She sprints forward, weapon arm coming up to fire shots at the legs of star-things that are A. in the way or B. might possibly in any universe put themselves in the way. Every shot makes her body colder, even through the cloak.

Oh, right. The mammals need communication. "My name is Vika, extruded organic being. Yours?"

(Wait, is keeping them talking the thing you do for someone in shock or in an emergency? Damn it. She'll have to ask Freeman or Bart. Again.)