You know what's terrible? Trying to traverse a marsh when you have gigantic clunky metal boots for feet.

Peridot sticks out like a lime-green thumb in the landscape of the surrounding bog, and she's not really doing much for keeping a low profile by emitting a constant stream of disgruntled noises, either.

"Stupid filthy disgusting planet-- How does anything stand living here!?!?" she exclaims to herself, and continues to grumble under her breath. That's it, she's going back to the ship, there is literally no point to this--

Just as she's thinking that, she missteps into a particularly loose patch of mud and sinks up to her waist.

Um.

Well shit. This isn't good.