"Do I look like some fucking princess?" AJ squawks, but she's thinking back on the days and days of pouring rain when Glacius would hold his icy arm over her... over Jolene's head to keep the water off. She scowls, feeling a rush of frustration over the misplaced fondness. Algidus might find this coincidence of their finding one another potentially useful, but if it's going to be like this, AJ isn't sure that it's more inconvenient than it is worth.

"Aliens first," she prompts, mostly because she wants to see how he and his wide-arcing spines are able to handle the dangling vines and overgrowth that seems to edge in on the water's banks.