And for the most part, even if it's a scramble, it seems as though the trees and plants are dipping right out over the water, which means that they are able to follow along at a pace that is somewhat better than agonizing. AJ doesn't say much, but she splits her attention between watching Algidus blaze trail and the jungle around them. Despite it all, and even for a hot-blooded creature, this place is muggy and hot and awful. She winds up trying to cram her sleeves up. The rags she's wrapped around her feet need to occasionally be re-done; there's no great way to avoid stepping on the occasionally awfully prickly plant, and they weren't doing great from her escapades running across a sun-soaked metal ship hull the first day she'd arrived.

If she'd looked half-way reasonable when she first arrived, by day three or so she's a pit-stained, rat-nest tangle of hairball who looks about as miserable as Algidus has been during the worst of his tantrum... but it's a slow burn. AJ's going to develop a permanent scowl before she's twenty-five at this rate.

Eventually a boulder juts free from the jungle growth, projecting out into the water. A single twisted, miserable little tree is growing from its top, its roots winding down the boulder's surface, vines swaying from its unusually large and pithy leaves. AJ throws another branch at Algidus from behind, too hot and tired to talk and grumpy enough that she feels it is a worth-while method of getting his attention. "Here, fuck. Stop here."