“You know, this isn’t exactly what I’m used to.” Roy sad, puffing out a breath as she laid the bag holding the tent down at the campsite. “ I mean this terrrain and this….outdoorsy thing. What’s the point of it again? Cause I’m more of a fan of the Glades seedy hotels or possibly camping in an allyway least you know what you get if you crash there. Here? There could be wild animals or….I am just saying I don’t know how people do this for fun.”
"How is it the case,” Nyssa’s voice was laced with her amusement, “that you are comfortable fighting all kind of criminal,” she started pulling parts of the tent out of its bag, “and you have trained alongside highly skilled fighters,” Nyssa didn’t hesitate to wait for Roy before beginning to assemble the tent with swift accuracy, “yet here,” she paused only for long enough to gesture around them, “you are concerned by the wildlife?”