"Chicken...?" The word is strange and she doesn't know what to associate it with. It was familiar in a strange way different all the same. She takes another bite, scooping more chicken out with her fingers. The hot food stings her skin but it's pleasant. Reminds her of home a little.

"I like chicken." Aloy grins toothily at Shepard.

"And I didn't mean any offense. Last time I checked the last thing we sent to space was almost one thousand years ago and it exploded."Aloy is a bit skeptical Shepard, sorry.