Shepard looks a bit more in her element, though just a bit. She still holds herself like a soldier, despite the beer she's nursing, and the hamster ball near her elbow which occasionally emits a squeak.

"Well, in that case, by all means," Shepard says, handing the album over. Normally, she'd be suspicious, but she can't imagine what kind of value it could have to someone other than its owner.

"I'm Shepard, by the way." She might as well introduce herself.