Almost immediately after Ros, a second human burst through the door. A third party may think they had traveled together, but they knew the unremarkable truth. This girl was young, certainly an adult, though only a few short years beyond it. A liberal guess may put her at twenty, a shrewd guess at eighteen. Honestly, she was between the two.<br/><br/>The girl was striking in her arrival, her apparent age, and finally her appearance. Moving from the top of her short frame down, her vibrant, orange hair stands out in its short, wild style. Flat, it may reach her shoulders. Curled as it was in the humid jungle, it didn't quite pass the middle of her neck, nor her green eyes. Freckles drew some attention to her face.<br/><br/>She was certainly a woman, her slender physique undeniably feminine in the way her hips flared out. Her bosom was small, though her athleticism made her backside quite the sight. She wears skintight black cloth that hugs her legs, high boots, and a white blouse that aids her small cleavage in looking larger. Between her legs is an unmissable bulge, though it's less than average by human standards.<br/><br/>"Anyone seen my wife?" She asks between deep breaths.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>