"Indeed, the guards will discover me, report it to her, and she'll rip me out before I fin-AAAAGAGH!" Apocrita started to agree, only to violently expel more of the reflective rainbow vomit that made up her cocoon, the fluid magically forming itself up around the top of her head instead of covering her face outright. "Goddammit Anon! This fucking hurts! I blame you for all of this!" she cursed, shooting a weary, yet furious glare at you.