Hot air blew across the arid sand around base camp, billowing small particles across the tents and supplies strewn in the dunes. Laira padded her forehead with a damp rag, sweat beading along her brow and dripping down her skin. Base camp was little more than the Rebel Outcast parked ontop of the mesa, a communications antenna erected nearby, four or five moisture collectors, and crates laid out filled with various scientific tools and supplies.
She was miserable. The princess was hot, dehydrated, and sweaty. If it hadn't have been so personally important, and with someone she fancied, Laira likely would have tried to delegate this mission to someone else. Instead, the redhead was anxiously awaiting the arrival of Elpsis Elaris, a fellow redhead she had had an excellent first meeting with, so much so that the princess had butterflies in her stomach in anticipation of seeing her friend again.
Laira wore her dark trousers and belt, pistol, toolkit, and spear hanging from it, a pair of knee-high work boots, and a sports bra. Her shirt was tied around her waist for the time being, already too sweaty and too dirty to bother keeping on, and not worth ruining another to change.
Dimeria, still in her gold plated armor sat stoically, resting on a crate while she waited. While the knight had accompanied the Ranger to the desert planet, she would not be going any further. The ship needed to be watched and they actually had a responsibility that needed to be completed while Laira ran off alone with Elpsis once she arrived.
The redhead huffed, blowing her breath upwards. "I look horrible." She muttered, anxious about making a good impression despite knowing Elpsis was blind. Taking the extra effort to tend to her appearance might mean the difference between casual fling and something else to the blind Force User, and she didn't like the idea of smelling like a day's work when her friend arrived.
"Eh, I doubt anyone would kick you out of bed. But you could use some deodorant." Dimeria grinned, tossing the younger redhead an ice cube from her drink. "Your bike is juiced up by the way."
Laira shot her a glare, "Thanks." Her voice filled with sarcasm. Despite the help the Knight was doing, her jokes weren't aiding in calming the girl's nerves. If anything they only exacerbated her worries.