We've mostly sifted through their belongings, anyway.
Aside from the med kit and meal cubes there was nothing else of use. Just a lot of personal hygiene items only suited to genali, clothes, and highly questionable reading material that I quickly shred before Ree sees any of the disturbing images that only the depraved would find erotic.
She looks at the partially erected tents, then moves to pick up one of the genali knives. "Damn. I think I'd be more likely to cut myself than anything else with this design."
She drops the weapon, which I agree is not suited for anyone except genali. "Could you cut a large circle out of that tent and a few long strips so I can make a bag?"
I nod, moving to do as she asks. "That's a good idea. It's the only fabric we'll find that isn't covered in their mucus."
She shudders. "Actually, now that you mention it I can see marks all over it. I'll just imagine more pockets."
She stows items in pouches that appear on her black suit. I've seen her do it before, but haven't really thought through how responsive nanothread would react to this planet.
It's very useful, if prone to hacking, though I suppose that's impossible now and she will be the only one capable of delivering it commands.
"Be sure never to remove that nanothread or you'll permanently lose your link to it," I warn her.
She grunts in response. "Good to know. I found ammunition. Where's the gun?"
That's a good question. I think through the fight, then go to where it was likely to have landed.
The barrel is dented in.
"It's useless. I hit it too hard."
"Better a broken weapon than me digging a bullet out of your hide," she replies.
I chuff once, not liking the reminder of our time up in the tree. "On that we agree, but few would need your help."
She lets out a low groan. "You have no idea how jealous I am of that. The other gun should still work," she's pointing to the one still holstered and attached to the gruesome pile that was once a genali.
I get it and then hand it to her.
She flips it over to inspect it, careful to keep the barrel pointed down. "Their hands are so different I'm not sure if it's worth taking, but why not."
I spend a few moments tearing the tents enough to make them useless, then gather up the knives. I had hoped to use some of the weapons we found, but hadn't factored in the sizeable differences in our anatomy.
We would be better off looking for braceaaer hunters for those, I realize.
At least I can take these out of use, though. "I'll be back in a moment."
It's an awkward climb trying not to cut myself as I ascend a tree with the two knives and a broken gun without leaving evidence, but I'm tucking them away in the crook of a branch not long after.
I shouldn't have shredded the sheathes, but I got in a frenzy.
I pull the clip, then almost neglect to open the chamber to remove the bullets, but carry those back down with me.
It doesn't take much longer to take another quick sweep of their poorly made camp.
"Climb on," I urge her, ready to leave the stench of the slimes.
She nods, patting the various bulges of her black suit, repositioning some. "Should we take that trap and look for others?"
I consider it, but shake my head, the movement less natural than nodding has become. "I think I would rather move out of the area this time, since we tarried for a while in that tree."
I say the last with a purr, images flashing through my mind.
"Besides, hunters are far more likely to trip those sorts of traps than prey. These genali were clearly overconfident coming to this continent. As far as I know this is where they place the most dangerous, which means deadly, sapient, and intelligent."
