It wasn't the ship that bothered Shepard. She'd lived and worked on spaceships most of her life. Granted, she was accustomed to a bit larger personal area on her own ship. The thing she missed most was the crew, having spent the past few years, minus that brief period of 2 years she'd been dead, saving the galaxy with her squad. She'd gotten to know each of them personally, more than just a military unit. They were all her friends, each a reason for her to keep going and doing what she was.
That wasn't the case now, given that from what she knew, there was no Reaper invasion, and... the galaxy wasn't the same, given that none of the places she knew existed, and she'd traversed the galaxy multiple times. Nothing was the same here.
Until her excursion planetside, when it had been all too reminiscent of Freedom's Progress, the entire colony just vanished when they'd been abducted by the Collectors, the only evidence they'd been there was the surveillance footage Vitor had spliced together. Of course, that had been the only similarity, given her omnitool hadn't been able to detect any residual traces matching anything to the Collectors.
"Something the matter?" she asked, entering the common area.