Mabel Thorn
Dialogue
Ah-choo! G'day.
Sniff...g'day.
You again? Ah-choo!
Ugh, not herbs! G'day.
One second... Ah-choo! G'day.
I'm Mabel Thorn... Ah-choo! Allergic to everything green.
Used to be... sniff...a carefree wanderer before Kwalat's plants got me.
Guess I'm here to study some kinda... ecological collapse.
Didn't really have a choice. Recruiter said it was this or jail.
How do I look?
Can barely talk without sneezing mid-sentence.
It's like living in a never-ending cloud of pollen.
Some day... I'll figure out how to burn 'em all down.
That is, if this deadzone up north doesn't take care of 'em first.
Ah-choo!... this is the northern border.
Everything from here on is a wasteland.
At least there aren't plants where we're headed...
I hope.
Ah-choo! Nope...I'm fine.
Sniff... managing... Ah-choo! Thanks, though.
These herbs...Ah-choo!...got me good, but I'm...ah-choo! handling it.
Surviving...if you count...Ah-choo!...sneezing as survival.
Got it covered, just...sniff... battling a herbal apocalypse.
Achoo! Appreciate it, but...sniff...I'm managing this madness.
Ah-choo! Yes, please!
Sniff... can't handle these herbs... need help!
Could use a...Ah-choo!...hand here!
Help me escape...this green nightmare!
These plants...sniff...are plotting against me!