Glacius takes one more step before he feels the human's hand land square on his lower arm, just above where two pale-colored spikes protrudes through the icy epidermis of his elbow. The alien freezes in place, sucking in a breath as he bristles--head snapping up, shoulders rising--and then in the next instant his head has snapped around to look at the hand that's found him. Then his eyes lock onto Nux's.

"What are you doing," the otherworldly being growls, trying to shift himself out of that curious touch.