flower you doing that?

[Frankly she has no idea about the talking, but his mind sure is busy. The Liberator slips up beside Donn, so close as to be almost touching as she crouches beside him in the grass. Wordlessly, she taps his shoulder and indicates one of the many teeth.... are those teeth tied into a necklace so large it's basically a mantle? Yes they are. It's easier to tell it's fresher than the others, too, a bit of still-white stringy root used to attach it to the rest.

She then flashes the mental image at him of a spindlank maw filled with sharp teeth.

Really, that's the most important part to know, in her opinion.]