He'd noted the spear already -- the quality of the metal in particular, and what a strange juxtaposition it was.

What he envisioned was not exactly accurate. The machines he pictured were more like weapons of war than animals, and her world overall he imagined as far more post-apocalyptically modern. But machines roaming the land, needing to be hunted? Got her there.

He nodded, once he'd formed up that mental picture. "Sounds like a hell of a lifestyle," he said, though he definitely approved.