"Not unless they decide to try and take a chunk out of my shell," she returned. Motoko could be dry about this, with Sheeana making jokes and flirting her eyelashes as if it didn't matter.

Her footsteps on the sand were heavier than a normal humans because she was heavier than one. She could walk lighter, endeavor not to make any noise and in many cases she would succeed. But that took effort, and time, and it made her look like she was stalking someone with the intent to kill. To be fair, at times like that, she usually was.

"This is where you've set up, then?"