She's unfortunately not much for small talk and doesn't make any attempt to keep track of him as she makes her way through the showers, through med bay and the trip to her own locker. They're in entirely different rows anyway and he's an adult on top of everything else. There's only so much babysitting she feels obligated to do, especially when she might find herself with nothing in her locker again.

Luckily that's not the case. The usual mix of clothes is there, her communicator. Still no weapons, no personal affects beyond what she's accumulated here on the ship, but at this point she doesn't expect it. She doesn't know if it's something wrong with her, something wrong with the locker or just the ship being a bastard, but it is what it is. So Shepard dons her underwear, a plain grey shirt and the ship's jump suit. She doesn't bother with pulling the sleeves on, instead tying them off at her middle before she shuts the locker and moves toward the lifts.

It's on her way that she runs back into him as he's fussing with the comm device. She knocks him on the back of the shoulder as she nearly, moving past him without slowing much. "This way, Emperor."