[ It's not that Aloy is unaccustomed to preserving food. It's just that the whole canning and pickling thing isn't something the Nora do. They never had enough sugar or salt to use in such a way. Aloy is painfully hungry, and the bread isn't doing much to help. So she takes a jar of pickles and slowly moves around the party, mostly observing silently as she tries to work up the nerve to try whatever these green floaty things are.
She sees one of her new housemates also lingering on the fringes. She isn't sure what the photograph he received was of, but it had definitely affected him. She wonders if it's still affecting him. For her part, she was given her necklaces. The weight of the beads around her neck, the splash of turquoise cloth next to her skin, feels and smells like home. Even if she feels naked in her jumpsuit, and longs for her armor. At least there's this thing. One thing she can touch and feel real again.
She squats next to him. Close enough to talk, but no closer than necessary. She eyes up the peaches, still unconvinced that the yellow fleshy things floating in pale syrup are remotely edible.]
house six & the party
She sees one of her new housemates also lingering on the fringes. She isn't sure what the photograph he received was of, but it had definitely affected him. She wonders if it's still affecting him. For her part, she was given her necklaces. The weight of the beads around her neck, the splash of turquoise cloth next to her skin, feels and smells like home. Even if she feels naked in her jumpsuit, and longs for her armor. At least there's this thing. One thing she can touch and feel real again.
She squats next to him. Close enough to talk, but no closer than necessary. She eyes up the peaches, still unconvinced that the yellow fleshy things floating in pale syrup are remotely edible.]
I have to admit, I'm jealous of your room.