[ He sweeps his gaze over Aloy, scrutinizing but not unkindly. At this point, it's more out of habit than anything else. She carries herself with confidence but not arrogance.

In a way, it feels like a feedback loop in the moment pause, both of them observing first and dipping into the conversation with some caution. ]

They're not ideal, honestly. [ Arthur smiles wryly and steps a few paces away to sit and take the rifle apart again to clean. He's figured out the aim adjustment, it's unnecessary to keep wasting ammunition. ]

I'm not really used to something as old as this. Or as slow. [ Or loud. His one ear is still ringing, despite the hat being tilted over it. ] If I had any experience with a bow, that'd be better I think.