[There's a very birdlike headbob of caution, and Bob steps a little bit closer and reaches out with one small arm - oh, but it's not long enough from this distance.]
Oh. Yes, shorter arms, I'm not adjusting well at all...
[Now he turns, presenting her with his side - he's short but counting the tail is as long as a human stands tall - so that if he has to run he can just bolt forwards. A couple nervous sidling steps closer and he tries reaching out again and closes stubby fingers around the iron. He has five per hand, with thick broad claws that have weak, unimpressive points.]
Erm. Iron, at a guess. Very nice. [yeah he has no idea what she wants.]
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Oh. Yes, shorter arms, I'm not adjusting well at all...
[Now he turns, presenting her with his side - he's short but counting the tail is as long as a human stands tall - so that if he has to run he can just bolt forwards. A couple nervous sidling steps closer and he tries reaching out again and closes stubby fingers around the iron. He has five per hand, with thick broad claws that have weak, unimpressive points.]
Erm. Iron, at a guess. Very nice. [yeah he has no idea what she wants.]