The jungle-covered areas of the gardens were never Cibo's favorite parts of the gardens to begin with. Something about the plants being in all directions made her extremely uncomfortable. Maybe it's the only instance in Cibo's life where she ever feels a little claustrophobic. Maybe that she had never been exposed to these lifeforms and that she still didn't quite understand them or what they were capable of.

She found that they generally did nothing except stay in position. At least when she was looking at them. Did they move when she wasn't looking? Were they setting traps and waiting for her to walk into them? What. Are you. Plants. What. Are you. Planning. Metal was much easier to predict. To read and understand the repetition was embedded into her every sense of being. Organic life? Much different.

Except she had heard a comment or mention of Rey being in here. Somewhere among the scheming wildlife.

"Hello? Rey...? Are you in... here?"