Radio? A recording? It's possible, Aloy thinks, and touches the silver triangle on her temple. If it's something with a signal, her Focus will pick it up easily; it wouldn't be the first time something was left emitting in the middle of an abandoned building.

Her new companion is sending water sloshing all over her, and she turns to glance over her shoulder to see just how large he must be. She's thrown off when so much of him flares bright purple in her Focus display—his limbs are metal, and that's only the start. "Uh, wh—uh... the... yeah, it could be. A radio. Ha ha."

She tries to smile but it comes off as kind of a grimace, and she whips back around so she doesn't embarrass herself any further. But also, what?