"Iz it food?" grunt several, sniffing the air for a scent of her.
"No you idiots," explains a slightly more cerebral sort, "Itz a Wooo-man."
"Ooooooh" repeat most of them, their brows rising a falling in unison as comprehension dawns.
"Aaaahn... " asks one up the back, cogs turning painfully slowly, "What does it want?"
One of the nearby cavemen whops 'im over the back of the head.
"It sez it wants an al-eye-ens..." says the cerebral one.
"Ooooh" nod a number of them, awed by the ever increasing scope of cave-speak vocabulary.
Suffice to say at this point they are open to Lemmi's (non-scary) suggestion.