A very apt name for a creature encased in a solid skin of ice! The alien whirls about and settles into a defensive stance at the sound of the door opening, but... nothing else happens. No guards come pouring through, no alarms go off. So... either this is a trap, or whoever is speaking to him is honestly attempting to help him. The alien hesitates. He hates the idea of plunging headfirst into a throng of armed guards just waiting for an excuse to punish him, but he hates the idea of sitting on his ass and potentially passing up a chance for freedom even more. This is a chance he has to take; he will sit idly by and let people abuse him no longer. It is time to fight back.

Glacius bolts through the open doorway, one arm shifted into an icy lance in case he needs to come out swinging--but this hallway is still vacant. He progresses carefully-- with his shoulders hunched and his head lowered on that serpentine neck, eyes flicking this way and that, his gait comes across as downright predatory. He sees the control panel and the single human female waiting nearby. The alien stops a good distance away; if she's planning on getting the jump on him, he wants to be at a distance where his powers to fight at range give him the upper hand.

"Are you Alyx? Why are you helping me?"