Nyshra regarded the creature with more than a passing sense and visibility of shock as what a normally un-interesting creature presented its bizzare facial physique in an all-too-close manner. Even while a tinge of something pleasant rose up at the touch of something between her sumptuous breasts, she would react in a sudden and rash manner - bringing that trap door close to her, and smashing it against the beast - it was trapped between her scale mail and the heavy door. She would crush it against herself as best she could, or she would try - though its face lay cautiously close to her face still. She was only fortunate that the helmet she wore was full-faced.