Mentally, safe behind the carefully maintained sheilds she's learned to project, Shepard cusses a red-hot snarling blue streak. Fuck-- if she knew to ask about the N7, if her father had been... Was this girl Alliance? How had she missed that? How could she have overlooked someone else, from her own world?

"I'm Commander Shepard," She said aloud, as if that were explanation enough. Well, it ought to be, shouldn't it? "I'm a biotic. Think you can handle me lifting you out?"

She didn't have great control at the best of times, but even Shepard can probably handle pulling something with Ryder's mass, without crushing it. Her. Whatever.