[he kicks down as well, keeping at her side and sending it his own telepathic greeting, a wordless beacon of friendly intent. the tentacle thing swivels to face them (well, presumably; it doesn't really seem to have much of a face of its own) and raises some of its limbs.

it responds with a burst of foul language; that pulls Mikleo, at least, up short for a second.]

Uh--what?