"Yeah?" Shepard holds out her hands. Give her the arc projector, Aloy, she's gonna try you on something a little more refined, "I guess that makes sense."

Given the piles of crap in her base, and the general... getup. Handy, the way everybody seems to look like they're at home, in the Horizon; it could be misleading, too.

"The Geth," She indicates the hologram with a tip of her head, "Took the Quarian's whole planet. Kicked them out into space, and kept it for themselves, and the Quarians had to spend their lives wandering around in a migrant fleet, just to survive. Pretty good example of why you don't make robots smart enough to have opinions, and if you're gonna do it anyways, you don't let them self-replicate. You wouldn't think people would need that one spelled out, but..."

A shrug. Here, try a rifle. She wants to see if you know how to hold it right, without being told.

"...If that sounds familiar to you... Gotta say, your world is in bigger trouble than I thought."