"Ish aaah-nyooone there?"
You first attempt to talk is thrown off by the unfamiliarity of your muzzle and tongue, tripping over each syllable as if you've not spoken a word at all for decades.
"A-ah E-e I O U," You mumble to yourself, fighting your muscle memory to get the pronunciations right. "T-testing...? Testing..."
"Hello! Anyone?"
You try calling for help again, getting louder and louder with each shout. Eventually you hear the light, delicate footsteps of an elven staff approaching, much to your relief.
"How may I help you, miss?"
"Let me out!" You rattle the door handle for emphasis. "Door locked."
"Oh, why would you want to come out?"
"I..." You falter, struggling to remember your reasoning. "...hungry. Am hungry."
"That's alright, dear." You can almost feel her bow, before she walks away again. "Just sit tight and wait, we'll deliver the food shortly. Is that okay with you?"