Rose flinches again as the tentacle-like thing silently moves forwards and inspects the blankets she'd set down — a second joining it to pull the chosen covering over the man. The way they work is unsettling, sentient, and his words further clarify that they indeed have their own intelligence.

'They obey me, much as they don't like it.'

The woman stares at the arms, eyes locked on for a long moment before she finally drags her gaze down to meet the man speaking. Oh yes, she has seen many "monsters" in the span of a very short amount of time, but nothing quite like him.

"They don't have to fear me, either," she finds herself saying. "I'm just here to help. People who— washed up here. Like you."