[The video flicks on to reveal a particularly banged up Commander Shepard still sitting in Medical, her scars cracking and glowing orange-red just a little more than they had been previously.  She's got the communicator propped up so she doesn't have to move around too much. Getting it that way had required her to be entirely too patient and she was running thin on that.  Being in a bed was by far the one thing she didn't want to do.  While she's feeling better, it's clear that getting up is probably not something that's going to be happening for awhile yet.  When she speaks, her voice is weary but there's steely determination in there.]

My name is Commander Sarka Shepard of the SSV Normandy SR-2 requesting a sitrep -- any information on our current whereabouts or mission parameters would be particularly helpful.  Obviously, this-- [Shepard waves, indicating the ship itself.]  --is not at all something I remotely recognize as being any sort of ship or facility design I am familiar with in the least.  So, useful details would be appreciated.    

[The muscles in her jaw tighten and twitch as she turns away, gingerly reaching for a glass of water.  There's a brief flare of her biotics and she pauses to refocus.  Nothing was working properly and it didn't help that she was irritated.  Getting a hold of the glass, she drains it, and leans painfully to put it back down.]

I'll be Medical, probably for a few more hours, and then I think I'll drag my sorry ass to my quarters.

[She makes a face.]

I could think of better ways to wake up.