Irice thinks again for a few seconds, not seeming to fully register the teasing and bad nicknaming  going on with the naga and the puddy tat.  Instead she heads towards the armor one more time, deciding that she could possibly use a spear herself instead of forming one out of the metal from her mace or daggers since she  can only use it once a day...and she'd prefer to use it to form a warhammer for herself, as that is the forge masters weapon and her's by proxy.  After finding a spear if another one is available, she'll finally begin to pay attention to the others again.  "Ice Queen.  Not quite apt, I only have one application of ice magic and that's to replace the frail armor they've given us with something...more cool if you will.  And more protective too.  It might be better to call me a forge mistress, Mr. Mouser."  Irice says slowly and slightly stiffly, as though she's actually having to try to do this tease and banter and that it doesn't come to natural to her.  "I can guarantee, if I'm in front of you, being swallowed is the least of my worries.  Tying you up in knots would probably be what I'd do before entombing you inside."  She says, and as she's speaking, her belly ripples a little bit, not just growling being heard, but like her stomach has actually become less solid for a moment and slightly more mud-like.  "Princess snake."  Though she hadn't been paying attention to the conversation for the most part, that seemed to rattle the naga a bit, so she used it in her own type of nickname to tease her.