She looks up at the cieling "Do you bastards have a dildo?" she hollers, gasping in pleasure at Eliza's murring. She gasps "Ooh... she's accepting..."<br/><br/>The teat continues its odd gulping, pushing the human's head into an open space as it envelops her chest. THe warmth in there is quite unreal, and the softness of the walls (When she touches them) mean that yes, there are indeed worse places to go... "Mmm..."