His speculating earns him a blank look as Shepard patiently waits for it to end. These are the standard sort of questions and ones she doesn't find worth answering; he'll figure it out soon enough. The wandering of his eye gets similarly brushed off. "Through medbay. There's showers there, they'll give you a quick once over, and from there you can get your things from your locker."

Assuming the ship's given him anything. But she neglects to mention that; don't take all his hope away at once, right? Shepard motions abruptly toward his arm, tipping her chin. "The number on your arm is the same as your locker. --And your quarters."

She's really not cut out for this welcome wagon shit.