The no-nonsense attitude prompts a raised brow, and Lysander follows the general path of traffic towards a doorway of some sort, then shifts his gaze back to her face. "I see..." he says quietly, and follows her indication to his arm, lifting it up to find small numbers seemingly tattooed into his skin. "And I'm guessing from your patient demeanor and charming turns of phrase that this is a song and dance you've been through before." It wasn't quite a question, the Dragon Blooded letting out a long sigh, nearly reaching up to run fingers through his hair in a habitual motion, then remembering they are currently covered in sludge, not that adding more would be that much of a change in his current state, and letting the hand fall back to his side.

A prisoner on a ship of some kind, flying (he is assuming flying, as the thing doesn't feel like it's on any kind of ocean he's familiar with) to an unknown destination. "The last time I started a trip like this, I ended up Emperor. Wonder what fun is in store for me this time," he says wryly, not necessarily to Shepard. His attention returns to her, and he nods towards the doorway. "You're on your way to said showers and..." he pauses at the word, unfamiliar on his tongue, "medbay... as well, I presume." He indicates that she should continue, and trails after her, managing not to stare, barely. "I'm Lysander by the way."