Trish catches up with Feris, changing back to a bipedal stride as she did, and looking up to the towering naga. She takes mental note on her estimated size and length of her tail slithering behind, and of course, the seemingly radiant beauty that is making Trish blush despite her heterosexuality.<br/>"Are all Nagas this pritty?" Trish wonders to herself, but before she can explore that thought further, she feels something lightly squeeze her tail. At first she figures it's Drake again, but sees him ahead of the rest of the group, bumping into trees as if he isn't seeing them.<br/>"If Drake is up there, then what's got my-" Trish's spoken thoughts are cut short when she is unexpectedly hoisted into the air by her tail, and coming to a stop at eye level with the naga. Feeling like the countess mice she'd caught throughout her life as she dangles by her tail, she feels that she really doesn't have an option but to answer.<br/>"I-I'm Trish... And if I'm not mistaken you are R-Rina, right?" She says with a shakiness to her voice as she hangs from Rina's gentile grip...