[Majima recalls to the long trek on foot from their landing site, past the Outpost, and into Olympia. His feet hurt just thinking about it. Not to mention all of the weird shit in the forests out there.

Wyver's jungle isn't much better, as dragons have taught him, but he doubts they'll be too fond of water.]

Last time it was this bad was when I got here, a few months ago. The whole station was on lockdown and they had us crash land in the middle of nowhere. Who the hell knows what'll go wrong next, omnipotent as they wanna act like.

[The pass over the threshold of trees, and the canopy above blocks out half of the sun's rays as they row into the jungle. It only drops the temperature a touch, with all the humidity still trapped in the underbrush. Unseen things skitter through it on the water's edge as they pass by. Majima ignores them and laughs as she continues to compliment him; she's certainly a knockout in her own right, but overt flirting never gets him into anything but trouble. He can afford that once they get back to civilization.]

Tell that to the guys I gotta kick out of a bar every night, they might not agree with you.