"This is relatively quiet? I'd hate to hear it noisy, then..." Aloy flinches against a wandering thought that pushes its way into her mind and then tries to take a breath and focus herself on what's happening immediately in front of her. Focus on the pretty boy, Aloy. A thought for herself. She's still not used to others hearing them and the fact that she may as well have yelled the words.

"Magic? I've run into magic before. It all turned out to be technology, though..." Magic has lost some of its charm for Aloy with what she's discovered. But who is she to say whether it's real or not?

"It's fascinating. Very... very pretty, honestly." Even with the strange color of the fel-fire green, the glow charms her.