[ Having only been here a few months, with a significant amount of that time spent recovering from the state she arrived in, Shepard lacks the connections other members of the crew are able to lean on. She also lacks the knowledge of sea-faring ships, only used to ships that are made of metal and carbon plating - not that she could tell you how to build those, either.

And so her contribution in the effort to gather materials has been primarily hauling colossal amounts of materials from Point A to Point B, piling a borrowed cart high with wood, and rope, and fabric. All the better to build her stamina, which... well. Shepard was never a track athlete to begin with.

Finished for the day, she's heading back to Eltrut proper when she spots the unmistakable figure of Karlach making her way down to the riverbank. Her sharp whistle goes unnoticed, carried away somewhere in the large distance between them, and so she takes a small detour to say hello. ]

At least when I ask myself "what's a Shepard", I have the option of falling back on the herding thing.

[ She huffs a small laugh as she finally catches up in time to hear the other woman's musing, the cart abandoned on the dirt pathway behind them. ]

If I'd known I was going to bump into you, I'd have brought you that beer I owe you.