As you walk past the port's tennis court, you see Bremerton catching her breath on a nearby bench. It looks like, metaphorically speaking, she's about to melt. She's panting for air, and her entire body is slick with sweat, with her clothes are drenched by it to the point of becoming somewhat translucent. You can't help but imagine the smell. Her struggles with the scorching heat makes sense, given her size. She's incredibly fat, and it's no doubt that her massive, lard filled tits, belly, and ass were doing her no favors when it came to the heat. Eventually, she notices that you're nearby, and sheepishly waves you over. Haahh... Haahh... Man, it's so sunny today... Commander, could ya lend me your water bottle? I'm starting to feel my brains melting away...