Artair raises his arms in defeat and flops back on Zaana's head.<br/><br/>Zaana sighs. "I guess we all are, unless anyone has an escape plan."<br/><br/>"Not an escape plan, but I have a survival plan," comments Artair. "We should climb aboard the nearest metal boat we can find. Those things would take him forever to digest, and they'd keep us out of the acids."