Upon a field of grass and metal, the Huntress might be spotted in the company of a felled machine. The carcass was large - a 'Behemoth' as the people of the land knew them - its legs still entangled within the very cordage of the shock trap which aided in its downfall.
" . . ! "
Mind occupied elsewhere, the sound of a familiar voice cut through the chirping wilderness suddenly. Digits brushed the smooth surface of her focus, a short breath exiting her lips.
"Oh, Beta. Yeah, everything's fine. Just . . thought I saw someone."
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" . . . Is everything okay, Aloy?"
A familiar voice mumbles through the Focus, notably concerned. Then, realizing she might've startled the huntress, Beta pipes up again to explain.
"Youโฆ left the line open. Sorry."