[He reels back as she shrieks, obviously very distressed. His tentacle-like hands wave about as he insists] Oh no, no, p-please don’t be afraid! I’m sorry, I’m so s-sorry!
While he’s apologizing, she’s looking him over, moving around Jack to get a better look at him (and avoid his hands). “I’m not afraid!” Lucy insists, false bravado in her voice as she finally stops, standing in front of him again.
The creature paused. When he spoke, his voice seemed to come from inside her own head. “You’re n-not?” He straightened up a little – not in a hostile way, but as if he was growing more confident. “Well, you’re a brave one, then. I know I’d be scared if I met me.”
Lucy barely manages to hide that she was about to touch a hand to the side of her head, fingers twitching despite it. “Nuh-uh.” She forces a grin. Seeing how tall he actually is is making her want to try and look smaller even if she knows she can’t right now. “Not scared of you.” Liar.
That blank blue head tilted quizzically. The new senses he couldn’t quite describe were telling him that the girl was afraid – he could almost feel the heat as her heart beat faster. But, at the same time, he was impressed she was standing her ground. It did make him feel better about the whole situation.
“What’s your name, then, oh brave one?” He knew there were other blue people in the city, but didn’t recall ever having seen one this young.
Jack Maple 