Feign can feel the movement around him, the gurgling and churning outside the egg rouses him to full wakefulness.  The eggshell is now so thick that he can't tell if his eyes are open or shut, though the sounds resonating through the walls are amazingly clear.<br/><br/>He opens his mouth though his attempt at speech is futile with the fluid in his lungs.  He can hear the movement outside, the gurgling of fluid and muscle all around the egg.  The subtle rubbing sound of wet friction as the muscles attempt to move the egg slowly but surely out into the world.