"Oh. Uh—" There she goes again, talking to herself. "It's a long story."

Aloy isn't great at telling stories, long or short, and besides, there are more pressing matters at hand. She looks the girl over quickly, then tips her head toward the next room, through the empty doorway waiting beyond. There's music, but she's not sure if she wants to trust her senses. Everything in the past few days has been unreal enough for her to need a second opinion on, well, everything.

"Do you hear that?"