That's a look that Shepard has been on the receiving end of way too often, but it's something she's also grown accustomed to. Her eyebrows raise in the face of the flat look. Nobody, even Homura, has ever been forced into answering her. Well, unless one wanted to count the man she had interrogated with Thane while searching for his son. That guy didn't have much of a choice.

She waits patiently for Homura to answer, or at least blow her off. Stop prying, Shepard. Part of her wonders if the girl will answer, and what exactly about her life has made her this way. Cautious, secretive, quiet. More adult than most adults she's ever met.

"Well, good. Then you will probably do pretty well around here." Shepard's got a feeling that she's not going to get much else out of the girl, and that's fine.

Her hand glows with her biotics again. "Hey, we're both here for a reason. Why don't you show me some of your skills?"