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She lets him wander away, comfortable by herself despite the strangeness of the location. It's almost like falling into a trance, walking among so many living plants. Like working in the gardens on the terraces, only better because these are all unfamiliar and different. Some are so delicate she's afraid to touch, some are budding or fruiting and some are--some are moving. Completely by themselves.

She gives a yelp of surprise as something green and knobbly bonks into her right arm. Backing up a step, she checks to see if it's bitten her, but that's silly. Plants don't bite. It's still moving, though, scrabbling in a slow circle, and she tilts her head, crouching slowly just out of its range.

Tartary Vegetable Lamb the tag reads. Yearling cutting.

"What the hell--Jim!" She waves him over with a flailing metal arm (best approach from the right). "Have you ever seen one of these??"