Devika looked downright terrified when he touched her. Even through her clothes, there would be a transfer of emotion. She should have seen it coming, she should have stopped him. She staggered back, mere seconds after he'd laid his hands on her. "D-don't- don't--" Her arms went around herself like a shield... and then, all of a sudden, her logical mind caught up with her emotional one. 

She blinked several times, and adjusted her glasses, finally able to stop panicking and breathe deep. It was something she'd done many times before, a slow, practiced meditation. Now that she had some space to do it, she quickly got herself under control.

Hesitantly, she looked him over, fiddling with her bangle, loosening it just barely. "...who are you? Or rather... what?"