The drow mulls over their situation, rubbing her taut middle slowly as she considers what to do. Even as the slurry in her belly bubbles away in her churning guts, she wonders if she could have more. Though she is disheartened by the lack of magic in the creatures she ingested--wait a moment, what was animating them if not magic... strange indeed "I would be familiar with the darkness underground." She says "And I am sure Aby is as well." She would volunteer, coming over to look as well.