The only blades she had on her were her knives, and tempting as it would've been to blast through the tall grass, she didn't want to risk friendly fire. Instead, she felt around for a large stick (knobby but would still work), and used it to fight her way through it.

"I just don't seem to recall the last time we were sent just for landscaping." Simply because that was never the case; if a planet called for aid, there was usually a good reason for it.

She fought the urge to rub at her eyes.