"Your guess is as good as mine," Shepard answers on reflex then pauses, eyes the guy who just scrambled upright, and clicks her tongue.

"Scratch that," Shepard says and shakes her head. "We're in a box. I don't remember how I got here so I figure drugs or kidnapping, which means some asshole with a gun is probably waiting outside.

"If not some asshole with a gun, probably something bad enough to make us wish it was just some asshole with a gun." She considers the walls and the lack of visible door. "Here's to hoping, aye?"