[A2 considers this. She'd seen mice before. Rodents who hid timidly in small nooks and crannies, in the dark spaces underneath buildings.

The comparison makes her frown, more to herself. She tries to formulate a response.] Those little animals? Mm. You're smarter than those things. They get killed all the time.

[By birds, usually. Or else some other predator.] The crows are smart. [... A shake of her head.] You're not loud enough to be a crow. They never shut up.

[After a delay:] Aloy's your sister. The "machine hunter." Right?