Snippet #1940719

Flipping her hair as she turned, her trek began. Clutching her holstered weapons in each hand, her short cig hung off her lips as she walked. Her duffel was strapped to her body, radio tucked into the partially opened side pocket of the green bag. It felt good to get moving again, the hard ground beneath her feet. These times were when she was most comfortable, nothing tying her down, just open land in front of her.
The world looked orange beneath her shades, giving it an even more arid and hot look, the sun making a dimmed shine, was still a burning image through the lenses, and it toasted her skin as she walked. She could feel sweat forming along the her shoulders, and was thankful she has it tightly secured her long hair off of the back of her neck.
The Giant Mal walked in front of her, with the ever loyal hound. Lola had taken a liking to the two, I think he is a candidate for being more than bearable... she noted as she shifted so she was walking in his shadow,so the sun no longer blinded her.
Behind her walked the Xander fella. She hadn't formed a opinion about him quite yet, but he was at least competent and quiet. Two traits she felt the others didn't quite have.
Looking back at him she asked, "So what exactly is this thing were supposed to be looking for?"
Lifting her arm to hold the butt she added, "And where was it last seen?"