"Sure, hang on a second..." Nightwing says, preparing himself to spit you up. The stomach compresses around your body, gently forcing you back up his throat. He opens his maw at ground level, and carefully releases you onto the floor. He straightens himself back up again, licking his lips and purring. "You're still delicious, Hunter! Oh, by the way, a little white fox showed up a minute ago, but I haven't spoken to him yet."