"Okay then," was all Moonfang said to the other person. He had already made his choice. He wasn't even going to try to get out of this predicament, which, while not very good, was still something they could survive, if they tried hard enough. Of course, he was now forced to alter his own plans, as he had hoped that whoever had been swallowed might be willing to help him with getting out of the organ in which they found themselves, but since he wasn't he would have to make due and try to survive on his own, and maybe help the other if he had any extra time to spare.<br/><br/>Sloshing around he made has way to the wall of the stomach and pounded against it once, not for the purpose of bothering the dog or anything, though it might indeed do that, but for the sheer reason of making sure it was solid, and as soon as he did he started rubbing his hands against it, getting the mucus coating off the walls and onto his hands, where he then proceeded to rub it over his body, until he was literally coated in the sticky, slimy stuff. Sticking his foot into one of the stronger bubbling pools of stomach acid he felt a light tingle, and knew he would be protected, for a while at the very least, as the coating would eventually wash off his body.<br/><br/>"Alright Moonfang Macgyver Astrid, now what," he asked himself, only using his middle name when he thought he was in serious trouble.