"Now that sounds like a story," Shepard observes in open invitation. She folds her arms and waits for Aloy to take her shot, staring placidly downrange, watching the target, "In your bunker, the walls looked like something I'd have seen in an Alliance pre-fab. A little more, uh... robust than most pre-fabs, whatever else the decor was doing."

It had been an intriguing contrast; Shepard's not immune to curiosity just because she doesn't usually have time for it. She is still human, after all.

"How does all that and the uh— bow and arrows, square with there being spacers?"