Mutakka sat against the wall's of the stomach, seemingly disgruntled, but otherwise unharmed or dirtied. He had removed the saliva from his clothes, though the look of death that held close to his eyes made his sentiment about the current situation clear. The sounds of the stomach made it clear that another had entered, so he waited with vague patience for the newcomer to approach. "I hear you, it would seem, though why one would enter this place of their own accord..."