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 the door to Sam's residence in Cadens. She figured Captain Wilson for a good place to start, at least. They had seemed to have an understanding.

"Captain Wilson? It's Commander Shepard. You got a minute to talk?"