True to type, Aloy had made no effort to invest in local clothing just yet: she was wearing the mixture of furs, leathers and metal robot parts that she always did, her hair a red mess interspersed with thick braids. Her spear and her bow were strapped to her back, as they usually were-- as much an odd mixture of metal, wood and fur as the rest of her clothing.

Her fingers hovered over the little metal square by her ear for a moment or two.

Then she methodically grabbed three boxes from the vibrator stand.