In the instant that Aliset realized Theo had stopped breathing, she cursed, a sharp lance of Shuristan words trying to cut their way through the padding and the microphone as she laid him down on the floor and started going through her training to get him to breathe again.
As she worked, she cursed at the voice in mixed Shuristan, Yamataigo, Trade, any language she could reach, with variations of "rank, arrogant amateur," among others.
Eventually she shouted loud enough to nearly tear her vocal chords, "You release him right now or I will send us all to the void, and I will burn everything you can hide in!"
Aliset may only have one child, a Helashio already grown when she was adopted. But her lack of ability to safely bear children at this point in her life had gnawed at her, built an instinctive defense of children. This had grown to the point where even when instructed to return to her seat, Aliset's concern was for keeping Theo alive and safe. For him and any other child, she would burn entire worlds. And anyone with any measure of psychic capability within her range could likely feel the maternal fear and righteous fury, like a storm of fire that threatened to consume all it touched, be it metal, stone, or greater. But there was a shadow underneath, in the background of it as she glared at any point where she might be able to reason a camera to be. Greif. Hate. Half a million years of her family's pent up aggression ready to be unleashed at the first opportunity. All she needed was for that door to open. Until then, all she could do was CPR and seethe.
But gods would die before she got back in that chair.