But yes, that was sort of my plan. Seeing as how he didn't try to maim me at first sight, I mean that's always a good thing. Plus he uh...

[John stares as the Omanyte, who has begun running his two longer "arm" tentacles down the shell-patterned part of Rose's socks/leg almost adoringly, cooing.]

Well he can't tell the difference between a sock and one of his own kind, that doesn't exactly say very good things...