[Aloy carries herself like someone who has been in this kind of situation before—-or, at least, someone who has no compunction hunting and eating rats and snakes. She also recognizes that most of the people here aren’t going to be able to do that, so after she gets her bearings, she wastes no time on makeshift weapons, precisely for this reason.
It’s good that there are others with survival skills, though she does look the slightest bit skeptical when an unfamiliar face approaches her about it.]
Sure.
[And up she goes, brushing her hands on her pants as she rises, picking up the spear she’s cobbled together. Ready as she’ll ever be, for all intents and purposes.]
Hunting
It’s good that there are others with survival skills, though she does look the slightest bit skeptical when an unfamiliar face approaches her about it.]
Sure.
[And up she goes, brushing her hands on her pants as she rises, picking up the spear she’s cobbled together. Ready as she’ll ever be, for all intents and purposes.]
You know what you’re doing?