"Thanks, Shep. You don't exactly look like a tall glass of water either." Venus uses her wrist to wipe sweat from the back of her head, wilting like a flower in a cold snap.

"Look. I'm on my way out. I grabbed a bunch of those at the Cornucopia so I'd put money on them coming in handy for some Gamemaker shenanigans later." Her panting vainly tries to cope with the way her lungs are shutting down, as if her body can't decide between preventing itself from expiring or ripping itself apart from her power and is putting most of its energy into the latter. "You might want to step back. Any minute now I might go nuclear."

She grins. "Unless they hit me with lighting or something."