Nodding, Mal cast her eye across the landscape. So much nothing. "It's the emptiness that's odd," she commented. "I keep expecting there to be more animals and things. Aren't there supposed to be, even in a desert?"

Running the back of her hand across her forehead, she wiped away sweat and grimaced. Vampires didn't sweat. This was absurd.

"I think it's safe to start from a position of they aren't and go from there."

With a toss of her head, she managed to get her damp hair out of her face and followed Re-l to the outcrop. She was ready to rest, and Re-l provided interesting conversation. The food was less than luxurious, but she wasn't really hungry, not yet, content to nibble on the edge of an oatcake as she perched on the edge of a rock, one leg folded up underneath her. Very non-milit'ry. She grinned. "Delectable."