"Personally, I'd rather stay here than go out there," Peridot replies with a disgruntled grumble, "I'd rather not have to reform myself inside of something's stomach."

She glances out of the viewport - it is starting to look very dark out there and she shudders, "If it's all the same to you, I'd prefer to simply wait it out in here. You can leave if you want."

She totally doesn't care. Really.