"Even if it was, like, acidic or something, I could carry it for a while. I'm hard to hurt." As she spoke, Nita ran the length of the vine through her hands, pulling off the leaves, which left her with only the flexible stem.

"Yeah, I think that's long enough." She frowned for a moment, dredging up memories of childhood lessons, and then started to weave the vine back and forth over its own length, the beginnings of a small net bag rapidly emerging from her hands.