Now that she's wearing clothes again (the living nature of the plantsuit barely takes her notice, past that she'd rather have her own biosphere back, thanks), Tess is much more comfortable.
But there's two other reasons, too: what seems like a weird, massively overbuilt square-framed pistol on her right hip (nearly more like a sawn-down shotgun, if not for the strange frame), slid into strapping sprouted by the plantsuit; and, on a strap over that shoulder, a plain ol' shotgun. Other pockets have sprouted on her plantsuit, too, for ammo (in magazines for the pistol-thing and loose for the shotgun).
She's guided Miku along relatively firmly—with her left arm wrapped around her, in fact, half-hugging her. It's strange... Tess was so panicked and discombobulated down in the pod caverns, and now it's as if she's become a whole other person, totally in control of herself and much more aware of the situation.
"He-eeey," she calls, looking around. "Any of y'all deaduns, come on out 'fore we get too far..."
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But there's two other reasons, too: what seems like a weird, massively overbuilt square-framed pistol on her right hip (nearly more like a sawn-down shotgun, if not for the strange frame), slid into strapping sprouted by the plantsuit; and, on a strap over that shoulder, a plain ol' shotgun. Other pockets have sprouted on her plantsuit, too, for ammo (in magazines for the pistol-thing and loose for the shotgun).
She's guided Miku along relatively firmly—with her left arm wrapped around her, in fact, half-hugging her. It's strange... Tess was so panicked and discombobulated down in the pod caverns, and now it's as if she's become a whole other person, totally in control of herself and much more aware of the situation.
"He-eeey," she calls, looking around. "Any of y'all deaduns, come on out 'fore we get too far..."