[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.”
Jack Maple 