[Eyebrows go up as she watches the arms change. It seems simple, in a way - there’s a gasp when the tentacle wraps around her. Not complaining, but there’s a little tremble as she goes along with the tug. There’s a little tremble, unused to a lot of contact, but Aloy lets the curiosity take the driver’s seat, and puts her hand on one of the tentacles, feeling it.]
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I’ll make sure to speak up.