Shepard remembers, very vaguely, talking to Chara's mirror- almost a year ago now. She barely knew them then, couldn't see much different to this one other than that they actually spoke to her. But now it feels like the changes are painted all over their face; the off-step posture, the juggling of unsure words, the almost begging for forgiveness from their own life.

She idly wonders what it's like, over here. What they face. But if she gets too wrapped up in that, she'll lose her focus here.

"Shepard is fine. You don't need to worry about being so formal." She gestures for them to come in. "I'm not gonna attack you or anything. I'm not in need of much right now, but you don't have to run off."