Shepard's eyes dart away from the wall and over to Nuada; the light follows. He looks unusual -- not very human at all -- but far from the most unusual person she's ever encountered; Citadel space harbored at least a half dozen alien species who looked more unique than the man in the room.

Wordlessly, she steps inside; a few wayward mice squeak and scatter as she presses forward.

"Commander Shepard," she says by way of introduction. Her eyes turn back towards Nuada. "And you are?"