"Gotta admit, I was thinking about sticking around her place helping her with research, but if she's already having budget problems she might not be able to support another person."

"Honestly they probably can't. Unless you do all your own hunting. Though maybe kidnapping, disassembling, and selling Guardians would be lucrative."

"If anyone would want to buy the Guardians it would be Purah, from what I've been told. And I'd be worried about selling to the, whatsit, the ninja clan Impa was so worried about."

She spends half a second looking through the conversation -- her eyes seem to unfocus and then refocus on random areas around her. "Right, the Yiga Clan."

"Guardian bits are so ridiculously durable that lots of people find use for them. But, the Yiga. Eugh. Maybe a bad idea, yeah. Ancient-metal weapons in the Yiga's hands is not a fun thought."

"I'd like to say that that kind of thing doesn't happen in higher-tech places, but it totally does. Although it is way less risky to transport some kinds of goods."

"You have problems with criminals and bandits even when there's cameras and other tech things all over?"

Should she say anything about her, ah, previous employment? ... she probably shouldn't. "Yeah. It's like an arms race, because the tech has weak points and it's impossible to maintain the same security everywhere."

"All locks break if you hit them hard enough, true enough."

Nod.

"How did you get into this gig?"

"Fate and stubbornness," she jokes. "I have more history than you think but it's pretty wild."

"Fate?"

"When the great darkness encroaches, the land will suffer until one with the soul of a hero and one with the bloodline of the goddess can seal it away once more... Apparently my soul's special, yeah. I'm the hero who failed to stop the Great Calamity a hundred years ago. Not that you'll actually believe me."

"Time travel is not more strange than me ending up here in the first place."

"Time travel? No, I didn't time travel. I was dead until, like, three months ago."

"You guys can do resurrection? Holy shit."

"Not really. It's old Sheikah stuff, the shrine of resurrection... And I was, uh, mostly intact. I think Goddess Hylia helped. And it took its sweet time patching me up, hundred years and all."

"Makes me want to help you out even more, if that means getting on her good side. Immortality is a sweet gig."

Link shakes her head. "I dunno if it works like that. You should try praying next time we see a goddess statue."

"May as well, since she seems to actually exist."

"Yep. So, should we do some monster hunting now that we have a kill switch for your pet terrifyingly powerful robot?"

"I wouldn't be opposed." 

"So when we find a group of monsters I'll get between you and them, and you just start blasting away. I'll deal with the ones who manage to get close."

"Sounds like a plan. Remember, I'll look like I'm out cold when I'm making it work. So don't freak out too much about that."

"Got it."

They hike along quietly for a while before encountering a monster camp closer to the pass between the Twin Peaks.

Link rushes on ahead with an intimidating looking sword.

Naomi jacks in and watches her limbs give out as her perception is transported to the matrix grid that overlays the world.

The monsters are outlined in red. She picks the ones furthest away from Link, marked green. "Bang," she says, and a beam of light moves toward a monster holding a bow in a makeshift tower.