Aloy's had a similar inclination, upon arriving here. There has to be a way out, one way or another, and if she can't find it herself, she'll make the acolytes tell her. That means gathering supplies and fashioning weapons. There's not too much to work with in here, but she's made do with worse before.

That means when she comes across someone with a similar idea, she's already got an armful of crap, not to mention things she's been squirreling away since arrival.

"Hey, Mat." It's been a while since she's seen him, and obviously these are not the greatest circumstances. Still, she appreciates the inclination to occupy himself, and she's quick to kneel down next to him, with her fine collection of bones and rocks and other things she's attempting to turn into makeshift weapons. "What are you working on?"