For a moment she just stares at them, not sure whether they're familiar or unfamiliar, something she'd wear or not, but if nothing else they'll get her out of here, when they let her leave. Which will be soon, she hopes. Maybe she can just slip out, if she can find a time when the staff stops watching. Do they stop watching? Aloy slips a foot into one, then lifts her leg to pull the shoe on properly. It's not the greatest fit. They're a bit narrow and a bit too long, but they'll do.

"I don't feel like I'm doing all right," Aloy says, a little wry, "but thanks." She puts on the other shoe and steps over beside him, also looking at the pile, but she gives him a little sideways glance. "You weren't expecting to find other Turians here, were you?"