Peridot watches him approach cautiously, and stares hard at the offered hand, nose twitching, ears wiggling. She's reluctant to come immediately over to him. It's not that she doesn't trust Lambert, of course, but he's absolutely right that she's scared out of her damned mind right now. The rational and objective way of thinking that she normally prides herself on, uses to define herself as a person, is just not present in this tiny trembling creature.

Still... She realizes that if she'd had the choice to tell anyone about this... If she'd had the chance to call someone for help? She would have called him.

She finally lets go of the plunger stick and wobbles clumsily on all fours over to his hand, trying not to let herself get flustered worrying over how ridiculous she must look moving around like this. The closer she gets, the more her sense of urgency grows, until all of a sudden she's rushing to meet his palm and clinging onto his wrist like her very life depends on it. .