The drow would be visibly frustrated that her allies would slurp up and digest those delectable morsel---<span style="font-style: italic">Not now</span>she chastizes herself, her magically-encouraged stomach gurgling softly in empathy, or was it jealousy. Either way she recomposes herself "Perhaps, next time, we can subdue more enemies rather than making them a quick meal right away." She says with a lot of politeness given her previous grimace. She would look jealously at the very vocal merwoman's gut, then shout out "Tobin? Are you there?"