The warmth of the pub was finally catching up to her and she loosened her scarf a little bit as she eased into Theo's company and the conversation. She wasn't one to enjoyed talking about herself too much, but she did enjoy telling tales from her adventures and Theo seemed far more eager to pursue that course of discussion, so she chuckled when he teased her about the weather.

"It's dreadful, I fear I'm never fully warm anymore." Not uncomfortably so, but it felt like there was always a cold deep in her bones she couldn't completely oust. His comment about her limbs had her laughing again. "Well it was a close call." She unbuttoned the closure at her sleeve and pushed up the sleeve of her left arm up to her elbow. Crisscrossing scars, long and once deep, laced up all the way to her shoulder. "I almost didn't," it was all fine now, obviously, but it had looked like she'd been splinched. "Nasty vines with a mind of their own. Far more good experiences than bad though. The bugs are a little much, but we were able to catalogue hundreds of different species. My field guide is full to the brim." Sometimes she wished she carried it around with her, but thought that might be a bit much.

Taking a sip of her drink, Gemma fixed her sleeve and leaned back once more. "I'm hoping I can find something in Australia or the Far East next." She had the travel bug and it was a hard itch not to scratch.