A little like Lisa Frank threw up on a map of the Amazon Rain Forest?

（ wait, she can already tell that reference has flown so far above his head it may as well be a satellite. she clears her throat. the rain has stopped, at least, but the acid has spooked her into caution, and she's still carrying the shield loosely in one hand. at least it's light. some mystical metal compound has been taking lessons from vibranium, even if it's only half so durable. ）

Don't think about it too hard, you'll break something.