The young Darkswallow awoke to the alien sensation of warm, slick, rippling flesh undulating in a systematic and controlled rhythm against her body. Initially, it was not an altogether unpleasant experience, her senses addled in the moment of her waking, though the gentle thrum of a heartbeat that was not her own began to alert her to the gravity of her situation; she was in a stomach. Worse still, she could infer from the aggravation of her skin and the softening of her form that she had been snoozing away within this particular lucky predator for some time. She couldn't even remember what series of events had culminated in her taking the plunge down a slick gullet - was she ambushed? Did she lose a bet? Had she decided it was just time to become fat on some girl's chest? Hard to say - but mentally Elisia forced all those thoughts to the back of her psyche, her hands vying for purchase amidst the shifting stomach walls that ground against nutritious frame.<br/><br/>Her appraisal of the situation was bleak in spite of her newfound desire /not/ to bounce on someone's chest - she was fatigued, had no idea where she was, and probably couldn't focus long enough to get a cast off. The sorceress only barely managed to tug on the fleshy walls in a manner to lift her rear out of the pool of gastric juices soaking her body. Just when she began to toy with the notion of laying back down and waiting for the end, she realized another soul was taking the same journey she had down that gullet - judging by the lack of overt struggles, it wasn't an entirely unwanted trip they'd decided to undertake.<br/><br/>All she could do was wait for the other future occupant of the centauress' stomach to join her - and she simply sat there staring at the entrance for a time, until Cathy's upper half began to be forced through. It occurred to the sorceress that she hadn't actually thought of anything to say. This was her chance, she had to make a firm first impression, something that established she was /somebody/ and a person not to be trifled with.<br/><br/>"Uh.. Hi."<br/><br/>Nailed it. The abrupt groan of Sarnai's hindtum seemed to imply it concurred.