There was green and brown and a humid moisture with that scent of rotting vegetation mulching the earth that only a truly untamed place ripe with a proper life cycle could have. It was far too close to where all the people were and yet, it was sustaining itself. It was something she was going to have to think about and analyze later. Right now, she needed to be in it.
As Harley opened the door, already Pamela had slipped her shoes off inside the car and pushed them out into the damp, wild unknown with bare feet. She cared not, and it was amazing. One hand pressed against the frame of the car, the other reached for Harley and used her for leverage to stand. “You're always so good to me, Harl,” she said with a tired smile. “This is perfect.” Which it was.
The remainder of effort she'd been using to keep herself looking human faded away, Harley wasn't going to care and if she wanted to recharge properly she had to be able to stop expending more energy than she was taking in. She was only a few teetering steps away when her skin took on the pale green tint she normally avoided, her lips and nail beds turned green and small spirals of curious vines wanting to sprout outward and latch onto the nearby vegetation peeked from beneath parts of her clothes. “I need to find somewhere to sit down for a while. Do you want to sit with me?”