[It galls Gideon just a little that she knows - instantly, on sight - what Aloy has brought her, but a girl can't spend her life in a necromantic cult and not know a femur from a humerus.]

Oh, femur, good choice.

[She says, holding out her hand for the proffered bone and only belatedly wincing. She feels no concern whatsoever over handling human remains, but the fact that she just sounded interested in a fucking bone is just a tad embarrassing.]

Uh, you know. Because it's a big one.

[Fuck sounding like she knows things! She hefts the femur in her hand as she approaches the crack, already considering the best way to apply her weight to it without causing the bone to shatter.]

But yeah, if you go at it with whatever you've got there and I try this...I mean, it's better than sitting around hallucinating while waiting to die.

[She'll start by pressing as much of the femur's length into the crack as she can, spreading the pressure as much as possible before she starts to heave her weight into it.]