Eurikova settled in on her coils, looking behind her and nodding to the slimegirl amiably. "I think things have pretty well settled down," she says, paying little attention to the protests coming from the large bulge in her tail. "Pity about Jules, but I'll be able to sift his soul out from the other one if he can't escape and resurrect him soon enough. Don't want to risk that cloaked figure escaping," the naga explains, belching very slightly. Inside her stomach, her acids continue exuding from the stomach walls, thick, oily, and slippery; the cloaked figure's completely covered in them soon enough, and they continue to merely bring a soft, diffusing pleasant tingle to her flesh instead of burning. It's almost soothing, in away, not really letting on to someone who doesn't have experience with the naga's brand of stomach that that feeling was their skin starting to soften under the digestive load.<br/><br/>Still, when the drider approaches, Eurikova drags herself a bit further away, shaking her head. "Sorry. I have my own," she explains. "You'll just have to... work things out with my scaly friend there on your own. I would like her back when you're done with her, though."