Shepard stood by, quietly observing as more strangers appeared, each one looking just as confused as the rest. When the others finished speaking, she waited for a beat before clearing her throat to draw their attention.

"Listen," she started, putting on her best Commander Voice, "I've been separated from my ship, my mission, and my crew, and I don't know where the hell I am or what's going on. Judging by the looks on your faces, none of you do either, and I'm willing to bet that you've all left something important behind. But Sheogorath here has a point, mad though he may be. We're not gonna get anywhere by just standing around and gawking at each other; we need to take action. And action starts with planning." She paused to symbolically holster the gun she had been holding, and pulled the chair in front of her out from the table before looking around at everyone in the group, and very purposefully sitting down opposite Sheogorath and pulling a plate of Jarlsberg to her spot.

"So let's plan."