[Beat doesn't mind that he's being shifted around all too much, having grown somewhat accustomed to expecting this without anyone else interference. To him, it's as if the straw had taken on a mind of its own. If anything, he's more embarrassed by the number of times people have had to help him up whenever he ate dirt. A blush would've crept onto his face had he been in a more normal form, so this change came with some merit, albeit minuscule.]

Mostly 'round my chest an' stomach. Feels like most of the shiftin' is comin' from there when I move around.

[He is mildly aware of how weird this might look, with her poking at prodding at his body. But at this point, he is willing to try anything she might be able to suggest, considering none of what he has been doing all day seems to have worked.

But his voice still comes out a little choked, having to clear his throat before he could talk. Stupid straw getting in the way.]

Think you can do somethin' 'bout it?