"Ugh, don't encourage it to return and show itself off to us, please," Christine implores, a worried look on her face. She can't help being a worrier in this situation. The desert provides few spots to hide from large predators, and she hates feeling like a sitting duck.

For her part, she's dressed in light fabrics -- both in color and weight -- with her long, blonde hair pulled up into a bun. Even so, the heat is getting to her, and she forms a layer of frost over her hand before wiping it across the back of her neck.

"Would you like me to make your cloth nice and cold?"