In this together, indeed. That was the sense Shepard was getting, from the way the young man talked about not wanting to be here, about having not been here too long at all, and his unfamiliarity with the weather. So she nodded, after his smile and introduction. "Shepard. I'm Commander Shepard," although if he didn't know it already then she was in a strange place indeed. But nobody had professed to recognize her - and it was snowing in this hemisphere's summer, not just snowing but absolutely dumping down the snow, so "somewhere strange" was getting closer and closer to the best candidate for the explanation.
That, or psychotic break or maybe Kelly Chambers had slipped her something really wild.
"So, where were you before this?" She took another sip of her coffee, and then watched him. Not… suspiciously, precisely, but with careful interest. It was also a better way to make conversation than throwing sure is snowing, yeah, isn't it, cold as anything back and forth. More direct. Shepard was nothing, if not direct.