...well, it was a nice life. While it lasted. Armin's very very pale, him and his Ralts buddy (though, granted, the Ralts is naturally that color), but there's a good bit of instinct here operating, so he attempts to figure out if the Steelix duo is really as irritated as they look, while simultaneously trying to project the most calm, soothing, "I-promise-I'm-not-going-to-hurt-you" emotions he can.

...all while hiding behind the rest of the group, because yeah, he doesn't want to get eaten. Or crushed. Or...whatever.