Distracted, Alizome pats her stomach when she feels the massage from the inside; the others seem to have mostly retreated behind their own smokescreens, but she didn't hear any calls for help so probably hey were having as much fun as she was. That being the case, she walked- very slowly, so that hte pleasure radiating from her gut didn't knock her on her rear- over to the artifacts that Synys had been on the poitn of investigating before everyone was waylaid by their offerings, prodding at them inquisitively.