[ Hearing the gunfire had drawn Aloy over to the firing range, because she recognizes the sound, though it's overall still strange to her ears. It's almost worrying, because she imagines the world of the past fighting with them and how it had destroyed them, but as she watches, she realizes these are different. They're slow to fire and slower to load, almost to the point that Aloy wonders why people bother. Being well-trained with a bow would be far faster and far deadlier, since she's already noticed they're not really accurate.
As Arthur takes his apart, she does end up casually wandering closer, since she's a bit curious about the components, but not so much as to impose. She's really just observing everyone, and when he does finally shoot, it only gets a passing glance of interest. Like she was thinking, not at all accurate, though she doesn't say anything about it. It's not really his fault, or so she assumes. It's also why her reply comes easily, but coolly. ]
Not really. I'm just watching.
[ Though that's probably not a good answer, is it? Aloy realizes this and considers just, well. Leaving. But she decides against it and elaborates after a small shrug. ]
I've never seen guns like that before. It's more like a cannon.
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As Arthur takes his apart, she does end up casually wandering closer, since she's a bit curious about the components, but not so much as to impose. She's really just observing everyone, and when he does finally shoot, it only gets a passing glance of interest. Like she was thinking, not at all accurate, though she doesn't say anything about it. It's not really his fault, or so she assumes. It's also why her reply comes easily, but coolly. ]
Not really. I'm just watching.
[ Though that's probably not a good answer, is it? Aloy realizes this and considers just, well. Leaving. But she decides against it and elaborates after a small shrug. ]
I've never seen guns like that before. It's more like a cannon.