Trish sits cross-legged on Feris's stomach, happily munching on an apple as if Feris's earlier comment had little or no effect on her. But this was just what her body language was saying; her mind being a little nervous at the possibility of being eaten by Feris.<br/>"He said he could reform me," Trish thinks to herself as she finishes her apple, core and all, and helps herself to another, "But those teeth look sharp! What if he were to accidentally cut me with those?" She cringes at the thought of the potential pain.<br/><br/>All the while Trish keeps an ear up to the commotion outside Milo's stomach walls. Although proving to be quite soundproof to her ears, she can tell that there are three voices out there, Milo's being the loudest...