"It makes about as much sense as telepathic ships and magical girls." He sighs, moving to grab his gloves, only to realize that they're not in his pocket. His vest isn't there. "Don't worry, I'll handle this."

On closer inspection, at least from behind, he's got a few faint, old scars, and is in unusually good shape.

"This kind of thing is what I do." He grins over his shoulder, trying to be comforting. "Don't worry."

And, with that, he starts off. He pauses when the tentacles start to drift down again, then breaks into a sprint. He jumps, rolls, and... is caught. He struggles violently, but multiple tentacles grab at him and...

...Horror of horrors, he is clothed. They hold him for a second longer, then unceremoniously drop him on the floor. "Whoolf!"