Aloy takes it, but her face shows all her scepticism and wariness. Food is not this colour. Food is not this colour. She can't imagine what it tastes like, and she's almost afraid to try.

The cigarette is almost more tempting. It's both familiar and unfamiliar, in a weird way that is becoming unfortunately common. The smell isn't familiar, but it looks like some sort of burning leaf. A drug? It seems a logical idea. Instead, she sniffs at the Slurpee, but it doesn't smell in any really recognizable way, just sweet. Well. At least she can reasonably certain that a store isn't going to sell poison ice. Aloy takes a sip of it, and when the taste of lime syrup hits her, her eyes all but bug out.

"It's," she says, blinking, "sweet." Oh, it's vaguely sour in the way of limes, sure, but it's mostly just sweet. "How can anyone drink this entire thing?"

Still, she goes back for another sip. Of course she does.