[u]Qiyun Woo[/u]

You wipe sweat from your brow and brush your hair back for whatever avail it might offer you. The fires set in the terrain are making the air thick and hazy and it is hard to think straight. You are, however, a pretty good thinker. You hold up your weapon, a relatively simple semi-automatic rifle. The kind of equipment that can be serviced with any materials on hand and stay functional, which you know how to use like your own hand and for which you are a renowned shot. "I'd like to set the terms as shooting, but not at each other! We can both agree to try and hit a target and whoever gets the best shot with five rounds fired is the victor."

You look around. There are fewer targets than you'd like, and the fire makes the air shimmer. But, there are plenty of trees, some that stand out. "There, in Sandrea's trail, there's a big tree with a hanging frond that's about equidistant from both of us. We'll aim for the center of that frond, whoever gets the closest out of five shots wins. And uh...concedes the...er...uh...gets bragging rights for winning the duel."

You still have no idea what you're dueling for and the robot did not add to this point, so you think maybe the best thing is to just tell the robot that it is a very good robot if it bests you at marksmanship and then leave quickly with your caravan. 

[u]Ailee[/u]
You decide that words of sympathy probably aren't the right thing for someone going through an identity crisis that might also involve perceiving in multiple places at once. So you go for gentle fairy shimmer sounds while projecting yourself hovering nearby sympathetically, your hair blowing slightly in the wind being kicked up by the fires for that extra bit of physicality. That's kind of nice, right? Like, within your limited sphere of influence, you can offer your new companion something as close to a sympathetic arm as you can manage in your current state. 

After a moment though, it occurs to you that you have a much better sympathy option, which is to look around for your cat friend, who jumped off Sandrea before her cliff jump and is in the nearby forests on the other side of you from the fire, but still lingering nearby the two of you. "Oh hey, um, there's that cat you fed who's still here. You're the one who can walk and touch things, so you should probably, like, make sure it's okay right?"