Skyfire looked quite sad at the mention of visitors, paused and held up a finger in a 'one moment' gesture. He downs another container of something he obviously despises the taste of, then spends a few moments digging around for something in a dragon sized 'drawer' on what looks like a storage area.

Coming back over, he attaches a funny looking thing to one of his claws that looks like it's holding a stick of chalk and starts writing on a 'small' board of slate.

[Yes. Though it has been a long time.] He hoped writing things out would work to fix their communication problem till he got his voice back.