Places without technology are hard to find, but it looks like the CERES Gardens are mostly clear.

[Mars points towards a patch of green far, far below. It's something, at least.]

That's what's gone haywire. Cerealian technology. Anything manufactured by CERES or designed by CERES is going to be going mad, so we have to get away from that. It's not much safer, mind you, but I know which plants are carnivorous and which aren't.

[Turning, she offers the older woman her hand.]

I can get us there, but you're going to have to trust me. At least enough to not let go.