"What, you think the fruit made them disa...pear?"

Ryder, like any mature adult, has to take a moment to snicker to herself at her hilarious joke, before casting a glance around the area, like the vanished residents might feel someone cracking jokes and their expense and rise forth. When no antagonistic anti-joke ghosts appear, Ryder turns back to Aloy, a cheerful smile on her face.

"Sara Ryder. Human pathfinder, for what it's worth here. Which. Isn't much."