She's totally on board with that idea, as evidenced by the rapid fluttering of movement as she tries to scurry out of the way of the globular drops of slime. It's almost impossible, though, just in terms of sheer volume. Slow as it was to start, it's now coming down more steadily, almost like a shower faucet. As the drip-drops fall more regularly, Megan pauses a moment to look up toward the source of whatever mechanical noise is whirring around above them.

"Wait a second. What's that sound? Do you hear it?" Sometimes big elf ears come in handy. Megan narrows her eyes, then has to hop out of the way of a blob of goo.