She'd let out a sigh of relief at the compliment before doing her best at moving around, largely relying on her legs to give the most visibility and saying loudly yet clearly "Alright, I'm not sure how well you guys can hear me now. But from the inside, it's very cramped. I'm stuck in the fetal position, and can't move very much. I can hear every organ clear as day, this frogs heartbeat is deafening. The smell is like that of stale swampwater and vomit, I can feel the stomach jets leaking the digestive juices onto me which itches a little. There doesn't seem to be much air in here, so I don't think I'll have to worry about the acid. I'm not sure if I'm visible at all from the outside, but I'm moving around as much as possible. The uh, stomach juices are getting everywhere I imagine my hair is ruined. Although the rest of me's going to be next so I'm not sure if I can complain. Also the stomach is very tight, like a claustrophobic nightmare." she was already having a little difficulty breathing, and she knew talking wasn't the best for conserving oxygen. But then again she felt it for the best anyway. "Currently it's digestive juices are pooling up against my legs, which were forced underneath me. phew, it's hard to breathe in here."