Trespassers? Shepard thought. Frankly his group had already been treated more like prisoners than anything, including actually regaining consciousness inside a holding cell. And by this synthetics general tone he wasn't going to be much better or worse off regardless of how much he and the rest assisted them. With a quick sideways glance at Maxine he turned to address Avarice again.

"Usually I would only consider people that willingly arrive someplace to be trespassers and since to the best of my knowledge none of us came here under our own free will, I think you're making the wrong assumptions here. Unless this person you're drafting us in to helping you track down knows how we got here, I think you better off putting your resources into figuring out who would have wanted to deposit the lot of us rather unceremoniously in your dungeons."

"If you'd like to know, the last thing I remember before waking up there was being aboard my ship. Many of the crew on board are close, personal friends of mine and right now I have no idea if they are safe, or even alive."