Is Completely Silent.

That's right. As she pushes herself into a sitting position and sees you in front of the only exit, all the Ranger does is stare at you. It's as if she can't believe her eyes. Clearly, she underestimated the potential of slime-kind.

After a moment, she opens her mouth, finally speaking.

"What the actual hell...?" she half-mutters, giving you a perplexed look-over. "Tell me this isn't the thing from the lake..." What? She's questioning your capacity for strength? This starts to make you angry, your temperature rising in response. The moisture from the water still soaking the Ranger and that had dripped onto the ground around her reacts to the change, slowly evaporating-- almost imperceptibly. "Where are the others, anyway?" She looks around, ignoring you entirely. This only serves to fuel your malcontent. "And how'd I end up in this cave?" She falls silent, pausing briefly before slowly turning to look at you. The Ranger stares at you for a moment before blinking, shaking her head. "Don't be ridiculous, Rhiannon. There's no way a freaking slime would be that strong." That's it-- you've heard enough.

You jump, the liquid inside of your gelatinous form splashing about slightly as you contact the stone floor again. This draws her attention back towards you, her eyes widening in shock. The water inside of you is at a rolling boil, the radiant heat starting to turn the moisture in the cave to steam, even starting to draw a visible sweat from her forehead.

"Uh..." The Ranger blinks, slowly pushing herself back away from you. As she hits the back wall, she lets out a grunt. Through the steam, you can see that her struggle has left her skirt slid up her thighs, her legs spread slightly. You simply sit for a moment, continuing to heat the small space. As the steam and heat build, the Ranger's sweating increases. After a few moments, she hesitantly begins to remove her excess armor-- shoulders, gloves, hat, cape. She even reaches the point where she takes off her boots. A thought strikes you-- this could be it. This could be the way you **** her. And you don't mean the heat.

"Damn..." she mutters breathlessly, shifting position in discomfort. "How the hell is this even happening... Since when do slimes have this kind of skill?" Shortly, she is almost constantly shifting, unable to get comfortable in the hot cave. She looks you over, as if debating something. "To hell with it." she says before removing the rest of her main armor. Stripping off her shirt and skirt, she let out a sigh of relief. "Much better..."

If you'd had a mouth, you would be smirking right now. She is playing straight into your gelatinous, metaphorical hands.