"Those who do what they must to survive." Aloy knows this lesson well. She had to learn it in the wilds when she had no tribe, no people who would take her.

"Is that what you're trying to tell me, Lexa?" She's groping a little, but Aloy thinks she has the right of it. She pauses and rests a hand on her hip, studying the other moment for a long moment. Her mind is inquisitive and curious, stretching out towards the other on an instinct she hasn't yet learned to corral.