Gish steps forward to see what the thing was writing on the floor, then shirks back as one of it tentacles moved toward her. She hopped from one foot to the next, turning over the words on the ground in her mind. After considering it carefully she pulled the flute out of her pocket and used it to gently push the tentacle it offered away from her. "No. No. No thank you. I've had enough, thank you. No." She muttered.

As she moved the tentacle her eyes lingered on the liquid still coating her arms. The leech thing was really fragile. She'd done that with a stick, without even trying. She looked to both of the others. "I think I'd be able to handle any funny business it tried to pull if either of you gave it a go."