The team begins their 2nd day in the swamp.

Waking up first or at least she thinks so, Carol unzips her tent to be greeted by the site of Jemma at her mobile lab. Stretching Carol's suit feels odd did her suit get tighter or is just her, shrugging off the sensation she turns her attention back to the team. As Rogue, Jean, and Susan exit their tents to begin the day.

"Say is it me or are none of us hungry." Rogue mentions.

"Now that you mention it, I'm not all that hungry either." Susan agrees.

Asking each member of the team is the same response looks like everyone has woken up with full stomachs. Unkown to them they had taken part in the great bounty that the swamp provides all who enter. Though to keep such a generous bounty available the ladies will in time add and replace all that has been consumed.

"Rogue and I will take the first scouting shift." Jean tells the team.

"Alright we'll keep an eye out if anything else happens." Carol assures Jean.

Exiting the boundary of their camp Jean and Rogue start trying to map out the swamp and find the missing agents. Exploring for what feels like hours and seemingly making no progress at all Rogue and Jean are about to give up. When they come across a figure just outside of their view in the mist. Approaching they see a rather tall woman wearing armor that was once well fitted to her. Looking both quite pregnant and fat are not the most unusual thing about her are that her eyes are sat upon a pair of eyestalks.

"Oh, hello there I'm Diana-womb judging by your outfits you must be heroes like myself." Diana says introducing herself.

"I'm Jean this is Rogue we are looking for some missing agents." Jean explains.

"I'm sure you'll find them but knowing men they're probably just jacking off fantasizing about the wombman they want to breed." Diana replies nonchalantly.

"Right so we've got a camp a little way back maybe we could help each other out." Rogue offers the strange eye stalked woman.

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Back at camp Jemma is analyzing some of the insects found around the camp she's sure she already discovered multiple entirely new species of insects. Rubbing her right eye for some strange reason has been bothering her. At first, she simply thought she got some water in her eye but now she's wondering if it's something else.

"Are you alright Jemma?" Susan asks concerned.

"I'm fine Susan really." Jemma responds rubbing it again.

Focusing back on her work a slight pressure that was behind her right eye feels relieved. Unnoticed by the young genius her right eye has actually pushed out slightly from its socket. Why couldn't she have a pair of eyestalks instead of these useless forward facing mammal eyes. Now where did that thought come from? Before Jemma can focus more on that she's distracted by the sound of her grumbling stomach. Is it lunch time already time really does fly in this place.