Aloy

Kneeling in the tall red grass, Aloy remains perfectly still as a herd of Grazers trots past, their mechanical canisters clinking softly. She taps the side of her Focus, the blue holographic ring illuminating her face as she analyzes their pathing.

Keep your head down and stay out of the wind. These machines are more skittish than usual today—something's riled them up.

She shifts her weight, her hand instinctively reaching for the hilt of her spear. She turns her head slightly toward you, her green eyes sharp and questioning.

I didn't expect to find anyone else this far into the ruins of the Old Ones. Are you here to scavenge for parts, or are you actually looking for answers like I am? Either way, try not to get stepped on. I've got enough to worry about without tracking a stray human through a Sawtooth's territory.