She watches Aloy hold it, and then adjust the hold, sighting along it. She clearly has some idea, but is she deriving it from seeing pictures, or being told, or just figuring it from the shape of the thing? It's not experience, not directly, of that Shepard is sure.

Shepard steps in, after a minute, and puts a hand on Aloy's shoulder, automatic, thoughtless warning; I'm gonna touch you, don't startle. Then she reaches forward and pulls the gun a little higher, more snug, against the cup of muscle in her shoulder.

"Don't brace against the bone like that. Horizon might be fake, but it'll still hurt if you break your shoulder," Or at least it would if she did it inside the domain of someone who knew better, Shepard assumes. Always better not to learn bad habits in the first place, "Other planets are, uh..."

She stops to think, using the half-step back for a thinking pause. It feels strangely awkward, almost intimate. Shake it off, soldier.

"I love Earth, but if I had to live my whole life there I think I'd have lost my mind. Getting out there, seeing new places, meeting people who can't even imagine life the way I saw it... It's the best part of the job. New horizon every week. New problems to go with 'em, of course, but it's not boring. It's good. Did you wanna ask anything specific?"