Koz fumbled through the woods, listening to the conversation inside her. It was much harder than she'd anticipated to navigate with a bloated, squirming belly. Koz winced as Jill thumped her insides, at one point even planting her feet in the pit of Koz's stomach and trying to stand up. Fortunately, her guts were made of sterner stuff and thwarted her attempts, but that didn't mean that kinda stuff didn't hurt. After another violent kick, Koz address her captive, "Alright, you. I'm tired of this kind of nonsense. Your air privileges are revoked." Noticing a nearby stream, Koz wobbled over and, falling to her hands and knees, drank deeply from it. Several gallons later, she struggled to her feet, feeling heavier and clumsier than before, "There. That should shut you up a little quicker." All that water swishing about in her overfilled gut certainly wouldn't be good for any electronics. Koz resumed her pace, picking through the woods, though now even slower, and with the added noise of water sloshing inside her.