[The first time Shepard had found herself on Aloy's horizon, she'd stumbled into the Base by mistake, drawn by the illusion of modernity, of something fucking normal for once in the vision of a perfectly ordinary hatch mounted into the side of a cliff wall.
Now she takes her time, considering the flowers, and the views, nature overgrowing the rusted-out hulls of defunct tanks; the rotting bones of a civilization not very different from her own, when you came down to it. Funny how things work out.
Still, she does have business here. Enough sightseeing; Shepard heads into the base, seeking answers.]
Aloy, you in— oh. [She'd looked for a hailing button. For a place so dependent on holographic interfaces, they were surprisingly sparse. Maybe she was missing something, here.] Sorry, tried to knock. Finish your log, I'll keep.
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Now she takes her time, considering the flowers, and the views, nature overgrowing the rusted-out hulls of defunct tanks; the rotting bones of a civilization not very different from her own, when you came down to it. Funny how things work out.
Still, she does have business here. Enough sightseeing; Shepard heads into the base, seeking answers.]
Aloy, you in— oh. [She'd looked for a hailing button. For a place so dependent on holographic interfaces, they were surprisingly sparse. Maybe she was missing something, here.] Sorry, tried to knock. Finish your log, I'll keep.