"Mister von Reigan," Shepard replies, accepting his handshake with professional courtesy. As always, her grip is tellingly firm and confident; two shakes, very proper, "I'm glad to see you took me up on it."

She's not surprised to hear that he's out of his depth; after all, she'd made the offer on the assumption that nearly everyone here was. Magic was all well and good, as were biotics, but mankind didn't abandon knives when he invented gunpowder, just added it to the arsenal. It's better to know what to do with all the potential options at hand than to leave anything on the table.

"Why don't you start by telling me what kind of experience you do have, and we'll go from there?"