"Trust me, Harl...I am." Pamela sniffed the air distastefully. "It's the only way I could stomach this dump for any length of time." Pamela shuddered a fair bit as her barefeet plodded against the cold steel of the factory floor. Ever since converting to a full plant-woman, Pamela exposed as much of herself as possible in order to feel the sun and earth beneath her feet.

But this industrial nightmare was like being cut off from everything that gave her life. It was so...irritating.

Still, she pressed on...determined to get what she needed. This factory was semi-abandoned, so she wouldn't have to deal with any annoying humans, at least. But poor lighting could be a problem; given that's what hid a rather large pool of industrial adhesive, leaking from the containers and having flowed out all over the floor.

'SQUISH!' 'SQUISH!'

Pamela's heart leapt into her throat as she looked down to see both of her emerald colored feet had gotten caught up in the glue. "What...?" Poison Ivy jerked her legs out of instinct, but while the adhesive stretched slightly it nonetheless held fast.

"Damn it...! I...can't move!" She gasped, turning back to Harley with disbelief and shock.