She takes a moment to watch the tentacles, following their slow movements curiously. In the back of her mind, she wonders what exactly he is. An...octopus-person? How many tentacles are there? They're moving around and the spots are almost hypnotic. It's hard to count.

"Should I be afraid of finding a monster here?" she asks innocently, eyes drifting back to his face. She'd like to stay and make friends with him, and he doesn't really look like he minds her company...but she wouldn't want to be wrong, of course...

(She wonders if she could wrestle him. It might be fun.)