<br/>Summer, and already chilly. Winter was gonna<em> suck</em>. Best she wasn't still here that long. Wherever 'here' really was. She'd risk the chill, though, to get the sweat and green dude glop off her.<br/><br/>"Huh?"  She slow motion of the beast between her legs and the friction of the saddle against her basically bare nether lips were a bit distracting.  So was the fact the she had her arms around a  hot, badass chick who, though she was a bit sweaty, smelled pretty nice. Some sort of herbal oil, or something, coated her skin, and blended with the smell of the dew she'd worked up in her fight...<br/><br/>"Oh...uh...yeah, pretty different. A lot busier, more people, more buildings..."<em>Guys still act like assholes, though, some times.</em>"Uh...slavery's technically illegal, but bad shit happens still, more than we'd like. Oh, and a lot of places, you'd probably get arrested, running around like you are. Though more for your beatin' stick than your outfit."  Aria's comment about the Adventure Guild or geek club or whatever it was finally soaked through, and she laughed. Although...hadn't the talking sheet in the bed-tunnel said something similar? "Oh, I don't know, hun. I can handle myself in a fight, but I'm not really the 'adventure' sort. I'm an entertainer, a dancer. Mostly I want some clothes, and a drink, and to figure out how to gt home."