Emerald passed underneath the trees quite easily, being quite a bit shorter than dear Sal (and most people). She was glad that she switched out of her heels and into her knee-high boots - the ground was becoming swampy already.
"Earth," she replied simply. She liked the grin on Sal's face. That was the grin of someone who enjoyed hunting and murder very much. She could get along very well with someone like that. "In the dear ole' U.S. Which doesn't mean much to me, since I travel everywhere, wherever my next target is. Such is the life of a mercenary, anyway~"
Bright, sharp red cut across the landscape and the coppery iron smell increased greatly.