"I'm not food!" the pilot shouted, hoping the mesh would conduct his voice somewhere helpful, "Please let me out!"<br/>Stepping back to take in the scale of his prison, getting the attention of this giantess seemed impossible. Besides that, would she even want to free him? Perhaps he would be distrusted as an intruder...or maybe his helplessness would be cruelly enjoyed. He shook his head of his useless musings and continued looking around. The stomach was mostly full, so he had time before the digestive juices came for him, but he didn't want to rely on his suit's durability if he didn't have to. It was never designed to protect snacks.<br/>Hesitantly, he turned his head in the direction of the path to Steph's intestine, if that was still what came after the stomach here. It was buried under spaghetti and banana, but there could be an exit that way...if he could survive the pressure and lingering acidity of the full length, there was almost certainly an exit eventually, but he was hoping for one of a more mechanical -and clean- nature. He hesitated in thought.