Speaking of tantrums, the horrible weather bearing down on them seems to be giving Algidus half a mind to throw another one. The shade of the canopy provides some respite from the bright hot sun, but absoltuely no defense against the sticky humidity. It's the absolute opposite of the brisk, bracing cold air of his homeworld; it makes him feel like he's trying to push his way through some sort of thick fog in addition to all the plant life. He's doing his best attempt to remain composed, but the longer he has to keep chopping his way through the more aggravated his motions become, and the longer they keep walking the more his breath starts to hiss through his gills.

It's why, when AJ throws another branch at his back, the dark icy alien's hackles go up immediately. He whips around, his brows drawn together and his pupils contracting to slits so thin they're barely visible against the green glow of his eyes. "Stop... doing that," his words start out sharp and then tail off into a lower growl; despite his frustration over literally everything right now, he at least seems to have the sense to realize that exploding on someone who's just offered to help him is one of the most counterproductive things he could be doing right now.

He also realizes that the human trailing along behind him looks... almost as terrible as he feels. His pupils dilate again and he seems to actually looker her over... it makes him feel a pang of something that he detests, and he spends a good couple of moments trying to grapple with it, to push it back down. When that fail to work he caves in and decides to go with the next quickest way of dispelling the unwanted feeling. "Come here," he grumbles.