"Popping?" he cocked his head, then chuckled, "It's not filled with anything." he stated. "It's more like..." he tried to think of a good way to describe it. "Like a bowl of that blue gelatin we had on Atlantis...Jell-O. Though far more dense and unable to be sliced by a knife...and I imagine far less delicious." he elaborated.

He allowed her to catch her breath, the bruises she'd managed to inflict on him were already healing.