It's a routine sort of a thing; red tape, paperwork, triplicate copies and style-guide vocabulary. Shepard's no stranger to it, though it's been a long time since she had to actually care. It's grunt-work, or an easy afternoon, or a statement of mistrust or— it doesn't matter.

What matters is what she has to do: go around like a kid and take census on a few people. Easy enough. That's what brings her here, knocking on doors. Specifically, the door to Claude's residence at Mag's Inn, in Cadens. Which is what she's doing.

"Claude von Riegan? My name is Shepard. I just wanna talk."