Shepard had always made a point of visiting the people important to her. It was, to her mind, as vital a duty as servicing her armor, keeping her weapons clean and her omnitool up-to-date. You didn't go into a fight without knowing what was going on in your allies heads anymore than you'd go into one without knowing whether or not your gun was loaded. You needed to know. She needed to know.

She needed to know, after Donatello, after the footage streaming in from the arena, if Sandy was still here. If she was safe. If she was sane.

So she came to see her favorite little psycho.