"I do indeed," Shepard replies, content to leave the rest where it lies, "Geth, mostly. Sometimes Reapers, or other machines. It's more usually just people; you might be surprised how often a steady payday is enough incentive for someone to go out and get dead."

Because that's what happens when they come up against her, almost universally; there's risk-reward calculus and then there's stupidity. Sometimes, it's time to quit your job while you're still ahead. On impulse, Shepard steps up beside Aloy and with a moment's focus one of the holographic targets shimmers and shifts— until it is a very faithful, if harmless, recreation of a Geth Hunter, standing head and shoulders over them both, sleek and imposing with its white armor and seeking eye.

"There's a Geth for you, one of the little ones. What do you fight?"