"Great! You can do the running, and we'll hobble along!" she says with tons of false enthusiasm, hugging her arms close to her chest as she tries to make her way across the desert in (cute, at least) shoes.

She knew the major families, basic anatomy, and how to recognize the dangerous ones; if she had to guess, they weren't going to get lucky and only run into the kind that aren't harmful to humans. "Uh, unless we can cold compress that shit and magic up a doctor, avoid them? We don't really have the stuff to wash, ice, and elevate here."