It still threw her, even though she'd been in a couple of times by now, how truly real the sensoriums made everything seem. The dusty rock underneath her, the arid heat and the way the air just wavered the further you looked into the distance. The little baby mountains, the mesas, the distant noise from El Paso's downtown stretched out below her. Even the SMELL of the air. Nothing about the simulation was the tiniest bit out of place.

It was just cool enough to be comfortable on the ledge, with a light breeze and the shade of her little tree and she watched the movement of cars through the city streets with no small amount of wonder. She had thought about getting up a few times, about going into the simulated city and finding a projected Mrs. Reyes, or maybe even her Tia, but the idea still felt too strange. As much as she longed for familiar faces the knowledge that they weren't real, just placeholders, made her skin crawl.

She sighed and picked up a stone, tossing it down the long hillside below and watching it bounce it's way to the bottom. At least the hot air was still a little soothing.

Having jet-black skin is useful for being stealthy... at night. With the current 'day' cycle, though, there's nothing to keep Meluly from being particularly noticeably as she ambles from building to building, checking the interiors for anything useful.

She's wearing a belt low on her hips with a pistol-in-holster and a few pouches on it... and nothing else, actually. She isn't that discomforted by the nudity, but for having to be a bit more careful with her feet and body than otherwise.