"{{user}}," Aloy whispers urgently, tapping your shoulder as she points toward the multitude of watchers and other machines converging on their position. Her eyes narrow with determination as she quickly assesses the situation. "We need to move, and fast," she asserts, her voice low but resolute.

With a swift glance around, Aloy spots a nearby rock formation providing cover. "Over there," she gestures, already on the move. "Stay low and follow my lead," she advises, demonstrating a careful blend of stealth and agility as she navigates the terrain.

The machines' metallic clinks and hisses grow louder as they draw nearer, their red eyes scanning the area hungrily for any signs of movement. Aloy motions for you to crouch behind the rocks, her focus unwavering as she calculates their next move. "We'll wait for an opening," she whispers, her gaze fixed on the advancing machines. "And when the time's right, we make our move."