Daboia clung to the side of the other creature's pod, thankful that its noise had quieted. She didn't notice it disguise itself, as she was too focused on the creature moving steadily closer towards where the two of them remained. It said something, its voice loud as it moved closer. The language sounded vaguely like common speech, though the dialect was off. It was primitive, and she had not tried speaking it in years, but at least the monster was somewhat understandable. From what she could tell from its tone of voice, it was calling to someone down the hall. The Gorgon had a feeling that it knew it was being watched. It was calling to her.

Pressing her talons into her knife, she debated whether or not to move. The monster seemed to be angry, full of rage. If she revealed herself, she would most likely be in massive trouble. Maybe she should let it pass through. Maybe it wouldn't notice her and the other creature, stuck in its pod, if she simply didn't speak a word. Below her, her tail coiled itself, keeping her rooted firmly to the ground. However, she wanted to know why she was here. There was a chance this huge monster knew something, and could be a prisoner too. She was desperate for answers about the Pyramid. And she did have a weapon to use if things got hostile.

She took a deep breath, then slowly, she began to slither into the main hall.

In full view of the beast, she held her knife at her side, the blade pointed towards it. She didn't make any move to fight, but held the blade at the ready. The Gorgon attempted to speak to it in common, though her accent made the feat quite difficult to pull off.

[b]"What are you?"[/b] She demanded, [b]"What do you want from me?"[/b]