[He groans from under the helmet, writhing away from her grip. From underneath the helmet a long thin black thing snakes it's way out. It's indiscernible if it's a tongue or a tentacle. It flicks back and forth, seemingly trying to get her to back off.
Though the hand at her wrist was another testament to the notion.]
[In Person]
Though the hand at her wrist was another testament to the notion.]