Lang's arms shift from feeling the size of her bloated gut to cradling as much of the expanse as she can from below. It'll definitely be an easier load to carry once in the water. "You can try to relax. I've trained for this kind of thing. It's safe in there." Exploratory movements such as the Grippli's pressing outward while the underdark denizens enter find that Lang's stomach is very accommodating while on land. While it tries to close in around them just as a function of it's natural state being so much smaller, there is no resistance at all to it expanding outward. The addition of water around that belly is likely to change things, but for the moment there is as much space as the trio can make in there.<br/><br/>With the people unlucky enough to need these impromptu internal transportation methods either stored away or queued up to be so Lang starts off toward the deck's edge. Despite the current size of her gut it doesn't seem to be effecting her movement at all as she ambles over. If there's a silver lining to the whole sinking thing, it's the fact a dive into the sea is a much shorter drop at the moment than it should be. "I'll go start getting things ready to move. I'll see you three once you're done to start moving it all." she calls out to the other 'taxi's' still taking on passengers. Followed by drumming on the top of her swollen stomach. "Brace yourselves in there you three. We're about to hit the water and it's probably going to get tighter in there with it pushing in." Without further ado, Lang dives into the sea to start getting things down in the water squared away for their trip to land.