[SE] Bringing me out the dark

Colt

Love's just one of them words
That gets thrown around
So I ain't gonna say it, no I ain't gonna lie
If you were my last breath, I'd just wanna hold ya

Thanks to Colt's hat, she's in about as good of shape as Thal is here, and it reminds her that she ought to write Deimos to thank you and let him know he did a fine job. She still wears the longer, thin fabric the locals have turned her on to, the material breathable to allow her heat out, but trap sweat in, better letting it cool her when the wind picks up. Her pants are back to jeans for this trek though, and her trusty boots, not wanting any fabric tearing while they fight the jungle.

With her own bandana pulled up, the blue fabric framed by her blonde wig hair, Colt ducks under the first vine to lead them deeper in. "That's why we get along so well," she decides with an unseen smile, clearly appreciating Thal's meat opinions. "Even better now that you're blonde. You keeping it until all my hair grows back?" Colt asks, glancing sidelong at the ancient as she skirts a particularly hungry-looking plant that moves a touch too much for her liking.

If you were my last shot of whiskey
I'd press you to my lips, take a little sip
Swirl you around and around and around
Then I'd shoot ya down