The sticks arranged in human form have captured Chloe’s attention as well. Head tilted to one side, she looks over the bundle of branches from what should be a head to what could be a foot. Spooky. That’s the first word that comes to mind for it. Spooky. Relics that seem so old-world are always of interest but the rudimentary arrangement is… unsettling.

Something she recognises reaches her audio processors, head turning towards the source of the words. “Shades of bodies without souls,” she adds, aware she’s skipping ahead but the line just formed on the tip of her tongue. That, along with the effigy, causes an… uncomfortable sort of feeling in her biocomponents.

Then she looks down a moment, shaking her head. “I’m sorry. I overheard you and… I couldn’t resist a little recitation.”