Making things even more difficult to decipher, AJ is sporting a ratty red scarf that's been crammed under the hemline of her hand-me-down space-track-suit. It doesn't look like it's encroaching into her flesh, but then who knows with that asshole. AJ, at least, seems unbothered by the encumbrance even in this heat; she's much more focused on Algidus just now.

She's not going to beat around the bush, despite the fact that were she to actually come out and confront him she would have to beat through several to reach the river bank. "Do you know Glacius?" she asks, voice a ragged whisper, like perhaps anyone else might be watching them.