The moment a fox approaches her, Pluto feels a familiar, constricting knot in her chest - anticipation. Something's happening, that much is obvious, but she still can't tell what! For all she knows, this fox is a rebel - or another one of the guards. She's missed her powers since the moment she arrived, but right now possibly more than ever.

So she's careful not to give away too much from her own end, smiling peaceably and responding in similarly quiet tones. "Well, hello there." She crouches down to speak to the fox, careful not to alarm any of the nearby 'staff.' "What brings you here?"