Otatso Wetlands a sword, a gun and a bottle of fun

"Something like that," she murmurs in reply, unoffended. She is all too aware of the limitations of her past life. Restrictions that she enjoyed, took for granted. She is not some bright-eyed immigrant in a brand new world, though she will surely feel the affects of culture-shock eventually. "I've seen mud," she clarifies, "but not this... how would you call it. A swamp?"