She tackled the rat a little quicker than she intended to but her cravings were voracious.  She still hated the taste but anything was better than being hungry.  She let it roll into her mass as she listened back to him.  She bobbed, an attempt to nod.  [Color=pink]"Progenitor, like... a slime... mom?"[/color]  She then took off, making their way back towards the same vein.  [color=pink]"Hmmm..."[/color]

[color=pink]"I-I think I did too.  I was a mother... maybe its an instinct or... whatever.  It hardly matters now."[/color]  She wondered how she was going to be any help.  [color=pink]"So rats are bad news, no surprise there.  If it came down to it, I took tai-bo three times a week.  Yoga twice a week."[/color]  She said confidently.  [color=pink]"So I guess I can give someone a mean punch... or I did.  Gah, this form is useless without arms!  What am I supposed to do, hug someone to death?"[/color]

She looked to him hoping he would actually give her an answer, even if she did, she went ahead and stopped thinking for a moment.  [color=pink]"Okay, well, lets see... Slime mother... Hey, uhhh"[/color]  She looked back, her body flopping.  [color=pink]"Still don't know your name.  But did you notice that we pick up the mold when we roll over it?  This mom makes slimes right, and they go out to eat like we do.  So I think we need to look for trails of mold that was eaten away.  If we can find a bunch of trails, maybe we can figure out where Slime mom is.  Atleast narrow it down.  What do you think?"[/color]  Her calculating mind at work.