"So you're saying that there's a faction that's not..." She waves a hand, impatient, fingers skyward, to indicate the city and the castle and the army, all the Free Cities as a whole. The whole system of powers that be, in this place, "...The locals."

Now there was a military tone. The locals. The natives. The inconvenient firmament upon which all society was founded. The ultimate marker that places Shepard firmly as not from here, whatever other label she might take on.

"It's not my life I'm worried about being ruined. They pulled us here for a purpose; the way you talk, it's about fighting their wars for them. That checks out. Am I on the right track?"