Okay, notch that up from "mild embarrassment": now she looks absolutely mortified, taking another step away just in case, and the tentacle retracts immediately under her poncho, all six curling very tightly against her back. "I'm sorry, I don't-- I don't have as much control over those as I-- they're like... stupid puppies or something, if I'm not paying attention they just kind of do their own thing. They can't hurt you. They can only sort of even touch things, and not for very long."