Bush had a very strong desire to move behind his captain, putting something between him and this creature, but he resisted. He wasn't about to be frightened of such a tiny thing. Why, he could break it with one hand if he needed to. And if he thought the thing was any kind of threat to Horatio, he wouldn't hesitate.
His eyes almost popped out of his skull when the coffee materialized on the table. "What in God's name...?" he gasped.