“The sun is horrid. I do not approve of it, it should not exist.” Not that whining about it is going to make anything better but it made them feel a little better and that was enough for the moment. They turn to peer at her, looking like some sort of avenging angel shrouded in glare with the sun beating down on her back. She reminds them of Lilith with burning wings of light like this.
Instead of answering they just roll over to poke through the supplies in the technical, looking for where the binoculars have gone off to. Upon finding them they’re quickly handed off to her since they can’t really use them anyway, then they slide out to join her on the shaded side of the vehicle.
“We need some bandits, never thought I would say that. They would have some gas.” Normally bandits were nothing but worthless annoyances but right now they really needed some to show up. They’d make some sorry excuses for Vault Hunters if the sun managed to off them when nothing else had managed yet.
She couldn’t, nor would she, blame them for complaining about all this. Compared to how it was underneath the tarp, the heat outside is positively terrible. It’d be hard to say if they could take fifteen more hours of this, or even a quarter of that, with how bad it was already.
Despite that, Maya manages to flash a thankful half-smile as she takes the binoculars from them. It’s only marginally harder for her to convince herself to clamor up onto the flat roof of the technical, but she does so in time. Up there, she’s under a whole lot more direct sunlight, but she didn’t have much of a choice.
❝ We need some bandits, or we need a whole lot of luck. ❞ She mutters from her perch, situating herself so she can scan the horizon. The only stroke of luck they’d had in this whole trip was that when they came to a stop, it was at the very peak of a large dune. From up there, she could see pretty much anything in the valley.
Maya’s silent for a long time, focused on inspecting each and every dune in the distance. So far, all she’d seen was sand, sand, sand, and as expected, the occasional spiderant. She can’t help but sigh in frustration after awhile, bringing a hand up to rub her eyes and wipe her brow, before she starts again. In all honesty, she was about to give up and start disaster planning.
❝ This... isn’t working. There isn’t anything for god damn miles. At this point, we’d be better off— Wait. ❞
Just as she’d opened her mouth, there, much further in the valley, was a moving dot. It was just a spec initially, but the more it comes into view, the more hopeful she gets. There’s an audible click from the binoculars as she zooms in further, and then an inordinately excited laugh from her as she confirms what she’s seeing.
❝ I guess I spoke way too soon; There’s actually a technical out there! ❞
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