Aloy wrinkles her nose at him, not entirely impressed. There are a few words in there that don't make sense to her, like 'cigarettes' and 'fucko bazoo,' and that rankles, but "fucko bazoo" at least sounds like an accurate assessment of the situation.

"I know you're trying to distract me," she says, but there isn't a lot of weight to the argument. She knows perfectly well she's prying into probably-private-things that she's not supposed to acknowledge in the first place. Maybe a new space is all he needs. "But all right. Why would I want something that's disgusting?"