The truth is that they may not know for a while, or for a very long while. Shepard taps a finger against her arm, trying to think back to her time on the ship and if she's had an encounter with these "ghosts," if she's heard anything... but, no, not to her memory.

"Just, ah-- Whatever you're having," she jokes, lip twitching upward. It's too soon from the jump, in her mind, for a drink; her head still has some catching up to do.

"Not much we can do at the moment, seeing as most of our 'exploration' usually ends up with someone hurt."

Or worse. She scowls; refraining from action is something she's often loathe to do, and this is no exception.