[Aloy is used to being a fish out of water, so to speak, but once an outcast, always an outcast, she supposes. She scoffs.]
Is it that obvious?
[Water flows down the stairs like a tiny multitude of waterfalls, and Aloy glances back every now and then to make sure her companion has his footing.]
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Is it that obvious?
[Water flows down the stairs like a tiny multitude of waterfalls, and Aloy glances back every now and then to make sure her companion has his footing.]
I'm Aloy.