"I should be alright," Mira told the human, "So long as I can get some light soon..." While they flickered faintly, their voice was comparatively soft, almost crossing between alto and tenor.

Taking a look around, Mira noticed there were three others there - make that three others that were alive. Clearly they weren't the first who had been thrown down there, wherever it was, and it would probably be best if the group found a way out pretty swiftly. At that point, a mechanical voice returned to the room, which Mira hadn't been paying too much attention to beforehand, demanding their identities. The "perish" idea didn't sound too good at that point. "Mira," they told the disembodied voice.