Hauling herself back up to her feet, Lensea idly strokes and pats at the gurgling bulge under her uniform, but as she stretches from side to side the strained fabric of the garment begins to give way.  Fishing out a dagger from her belt, she continues with the modifications she had made earlier, cutting down the sides until they're almost completely open down to the waist and allowed the front to stretch out further.  Anyone who cared to look through the gaps would see her belly already starting to smooth and round out, the pale skin of her underbelly showing through the streched scales.<br/><br/>Wandering around and idly snatching up what coins landed near her, Lensea's head swings around in surprise when Irice made her feelings on the arena's known to the crowds.  While she had some appreciation for what the oread was saying, there was a time and a place for everything, and this was certainly not the best of either.  Hurrying over to the exit to escape the sudden rain of less appetizing foodstuffs from the crowd, Lensea nods along with what some of the others were saying.  "No problem with wanting stuff like this to stop - I doubt any of us will argue otherwise - but a hyped-up arena crowd is probably not the best group to try it on first."<br/><br/>"As for where I'm bound for next...I honestly don't know.  Enough people will know our faces from the fights that just slipping into our old lives won't really work, and although we could try to leverage the fact we can fight for something, I don't know how many people will be interested in guards with a reputation for, well, this," gesturing at her stomach as she did so.  "Best thing I can think of is maybe an adventuring guild or something similar, but I don't even know if this city has one, much less how'd they feel about a bunch of former gladiators showing up out of the blue."