Zaana nods understandingly. She lowers her head back to her stomach and whispers to Lenger, since she knows that Locke fell asleep. "Lenger, I've just been speaking to Strange. He says he cant keep Locke dry for much longer, so I'm gonna let him out before he gets wet. Let me know when you want to come out, okay dear?" Her stomach muscles compress around Locke and force him upwards, soon spilling out of her jaws and onto the floor. "Ugh, it's hard to spit out something so dry," she complains to Strange. "Thanks for doing that for him, though. Now, I was just talking to Hunter..." She explains what Hunter told her.