Jacinda watches the creature's approach with some wariness, but while the outfit is certainly behaving in a weird, not-fabric way, overall there doesn't seem to be a threat in the creature's mannerisms. Zie takes another sip from the beer bottle.

If asked, and if in the right mood, Jacinda could tell of fears. Regrets, too. Bone-deep hurts like being forgotten and left behind, again and again. It's not information that zie will volunteer easily, however.

"I do all right without one, for now." Zie rolls zir neck, letting it pop, and smiles a little wryly. "Maybe I just outgrew my old homes. Like a hermit crab."