(Yeah, Lucretia's really not having the kind of effect she'd hoped for. Her frown slides right off, expression giving over to surprise as the woman points at her and starts babbling away.)

I'm– excuse me?

(This is embarrassing.

She'd flown down from the sky, a piece of the night dropping to the forest floor out of nowhere and this woman can't even afford her the courtesy of being properly afraid. Lucretia straightens and drops her shoulders; she refuses to feel strange and naked in front of this woman and her confusing words. Her eyes narrow a little. She'll try one more time.)

Look; I'm trying to help you. You can't be here. You'll be eaten alive.

(There's nothing to this human! She's pointy, and small. Lucretia could grab her in her talons and hoist her into the air, cut her to her bones if she wished. ... Her skin is dappled, now that Lucretia is looking at her. It's quite pretty, actually. She gives her head a little shake, exasperation curdling in her stomach as she mentally berates herself. This isn't the time.)

Turn around now, and pass out through the way you came.