She's vaguely aware of someone in her periphery, but when they don't outright interrupt her, she sees no reason to stop. Aloy empties her quiver, but despite knowing full well she can instantaneously fill it again in order to continue, she hangs up her bow momentarily, nodding in greeting.

"Less bored than usual." But not in a good way--Thorne's attack on the Free Cities and the retaliation in kind has thrown everything into a state of flux. Unfortunately, conflict is what she knows, and in some ways she'll take it over sitting idle, doing farm work. Whether or not the war will come to Solvunn itself has yet to be seen.

"Is all this yours?"