[Sunglasses would be great. Natasha at least had had the foresight to grab a jar of the sunscreen substitute from Beach Planet, and is at least slightly less likely to burst into flames in the sun, but that does nothing for the glare reflecting off the hard-packed earth. In a way, though, she appreciates the light--it isn't welcoming, doesn't pretend to be friendly. It just is.]

[Does make it hard to really see other riders, though, and she lifts a hand to shade her eyes as she squints at the waving figure in the distance. A second's study reveals familiar posture, though, recognizable hair under the hat, and Natasha lifts a hand to wave in return, easily turning her mount with her knees and waiting for Rogue to get closer before calling a greeting:]

Nice hat.