She climbs down to the lower branches, although she stays in the tree, her combat-boot-clad legs dangling over a couple feet over the ground. It's quiet out here, although even from this distance she can pick up normal city sounds from nearby buildings in this canton, and a little chilly. "They glow at night," she says, presumably of the pools -- they're pretty even by day, they have a sort of milkiness as luminescent things tend to in the light. In the dark, it's better.

Harder to find, though.