[ 'Knock this thing's head of'... or, possibly, she doesn't need any help on the being safe front. Black Bolt stares at her for a moment, simultaneously reevaluating her and digesting what that means about the dirty thing between them. His steps stop, and he contemplates it for a few seconds. Finally he puts a hand out toward Steph, and unmistakable wait.

He steps forward toward the creature, steps suddenly louder and more present. It pauses in its scuffling, turning its head toward him, and the two stare at each other. He recognizes no sentience in its eyes. A moment later its ragged, shuffling body turns toward him, taking clumsy steps for him. He stands still, but holds one hand out — a gesture of peace to everyone he's ever met or heard of — which the thing doesn't even seem to notice. ]