"There's more over there."
In the suit, it was an effort to turn, to look at Hargrove to see which way she was pointing, and then to turn further to look that way. He saw a small clump of native black-leaf brush struggling to grow amid the ever-spreading green Earth-life. "Good eye. Shall I burn it?" They both had cans of the chemical spray, but only he wore the flamer backpack.
"There's not much there, and the grass is dry." She was already waddling towards the brush.
"Don't get too close to the leaves..."
"Hasn't gotten through a suit yet."