[Lance wins that bet, because obviously that's exactly what she does: slamming the point of her spear between the doorjamb and the door, she heaves against it. With a grunt of exertion, the door cracks off the hinges and Aloy pushes it aside.]
We walk in, [she starts to say over her shoulder, tone dry, but then there's a little girl running toward her and brandishing what appears to be a shrimp fork. Aloy darts into the room since she can't back out with Lance right behind her, though she's already trying to find some furniture to put between her and the six-year-old.] Whoa --
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We walk in, [she starts to say over her shoulder, tone dry, but then there's a little girl running toward her and brandishing what appears to be a shrimp fork. Aloy darts into the room since she can't back out with Lance right behind her, though she's already trying to find some furniture to put between her and the six-year-old.] Whoa --