Aloy doesn't object to the weapon swap, and is quick to inspect the rifle when it's handed to her. Certainly beyond anything she's ever used (the more advanced weapons she tears off machines are generally much heavier), but it's easy enough to figure out how it works.

She raises it and looks down the sight, testing the weight, widening her stance a little to adjust for assumptive kickback.

"Yeah, it's not quite that." Not yet, anyway. In fact, she'd just put down an outside attempt to conquer Earth, albeit not one begun by machines. There's still more work to do, but she'd bought everyone more time than they'd have otherwise. Her eyebrows furrow in a way that indicates she's thinking about what to say next. "You've been to other planets? What's that like?"