Skisan took her appearance in, making note of all of it. In a mindscape these sorts of things were normal, regardless of how her species might have appeared normally. He held no doubt that the toy(?) and food item she held had just as much significance as all of the features. Even if he'd had the control over emotions that a Vulcan should, he would have picked up her fear in this place. But as he had not fully regained that control, he was acutely aware of it and knew he needed to proceed with care. Now, he didn't know her age and given her size, he opted to pick words with care as he didn't want to confuse her without even helping.

"Peace, I intend no harm," he said, tone soft. It was certainly flat, not precisely soothing, but rather even. But that very lack of tone may just be of aid.