Marc was getting pretty tired of nature. What he wouldn't give for a machete. At least he had the shovel he'd scavenged at the store in Sh'Ka, and it was better than nothing. Getting to it had been a bit of a pain.

Given the current situation of things, he and Steven had come to an agreement that of the two, Marc was the better suited to deal with things, especially when it came to making way around the city. He probably looked quite the unusual sight, shovel slung over a shoulder, sleeves rolled up and no small amount of dirt on his person or smudged on his face. One run-in with plants that actually seemed bent on grabbing you was enough to put a(n already on edge person) on edge.

So coming across someone lying in the midst of a bunch of plants like they hadn't a care in the world was more than a little strange to him. He remembered the cat-eared kid from the shuttle during their initial roaming. He was beginning to have a hunch as to what was going on here and it was a little concerning as he looked down at her.

"You doin' all right there, kid?"