Dozens of tentacles reached out, brushing across Rose’s face, coiling around her body; she winced, starting to pull away, but the Doctor stopped her.
“Don’t be afraid, just stand still; they won’t hurt you. They just want to look at you.”
“Look at me?”
“They see by touch. Their tentacles gather data so they can create an image of you in their minds. They’re incredibly accurate.”
“That’s all very clever, but do they have to be quite this thorough?” She pulled a face as the tentacles took liberties with her anatomy.
“Do you want this dress to fit or not?”