Xylath frowned, as she lowered her lure back into the shell and deposited Kitara on top of it once more. Concentrating, she tried to extract her limb rather gently, but found it to be stuck. Growing a little agitated, she began to wiggle the leg around, the claw snapping in irritation at the insides of the bunker as it reflected Xylath's current mood. "I don't hear anything down there. Guess your hearing is better than mine." she replied dismissively, sighing as she lowered a pair of large tentacles into the hole. With them in place, she began to forcefully widen the hole, bits of the ceiling crashing down as she tore open a large enough gap for her to comfortably remove her leg. With that done, she turned a few of her lower eye stalks on the hole, trying to see what lay within it. "How many did you hear down there? Are they still talking?" she asked her companion, realizing that the dragon made a good pair of backup 'eyes' so to speak, her incredible senses able to pinpoint things that Xylath herself might not be able to find so easily. Were she to view this situation in military terms, Kitara would be her spotter.