Shepard looks at him sharply, then glances past his shoulder at the door and has to put effort, real effort, into not turning to look behind her, for any potential window.

"I don't work directly for the Governor's office, I'm just doin' paperwork like a good little soldier," she says, evenly, tilting her head to emphasize the not now of it, "Just needed to confirm your place of residence, and where you're making your income. Your cooperation is appreciated."

Particularly when she is, inevitably, going to have to write up a report. But Sam's not stupid, and this isn't exactly a subtle information-gathering mission. Hell, she'd announced herself in as many words.

"...And your uh... roomate, if you're willing."