[She waits a long moment, listening for any sound of the creature recovering or resuming movement]
I think it's dead, at least. Nice shooting.
[That judgement made, she half-climbs, half-slides down from the tree, sure enough of her foot-holds and hand-holds to let gravity do most of the work of getting her down to the forest floor. She does have an air filtration mask in her sylladex, a beaky-profiled thing that looks vaguely like a plague doctor mask, and she pulls it out to strap over her face. A moment further of hunting in her sylladex and she pulls on a pair of sturdy gloves as well. Her voice is just a little muffled by the mask as she adds -]
I want to get a sample of those mushrooms to take back to the station.
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I think it's dead, at least. Nice shooting.
[That judgement made, she half-climbs, half-slides down from the tree, sure enough of her foot-holds and hand-holds to let gravity do most of the work of getting her down to the forest floor. She does have an air filtration mask in her sylladex, a beaky-profiled thing that looks vaguely like a plague doctor mask, and she pulls it out to strap over her face. A moment further of hunting in her sylladex and she pulls on a pair of sturdy gloves as well. Her voice is just a little muffled by the mask as she adds -]
I want to get a sample of those mushrooms to take back to the station.