“F-for real...?” Marcy stammered, still staring at the bulge in Luca’s belly, which she noticed was moving ever so slightly. “I-is he still alive in there...?”<br/><br/>Once the comment to Paul was made, Marcy’s attention snapped back to the Doberman standing over her. “Y-you’re going to eat me...?” The little mouse-girl started backing slowly towards the door. “P-please don’t... I’ll take your word for it...  I really don’t want to be eaten... And besides, er, you’re supposed to protect the workers here... You could get, er, fired... Right?” Marcy was still shaking and looked like she was about to have a heart-attack.