Shea tripped. Her pace had been slow enough. Each step was measured and carefully considered. An unwary step could spell disaster and she knew that. With the pack on her back and a laser knife in one hand, the remaining hand had been free to move aside vines or steady her against surrounding trees or rock formations. Shea had been traveling slowly not just due to the treacherous footing, but also due to the numerous hidden dangers that abounded. It paid to be aware of all that was going on all sides including above.