Shepard motions for Asuka to follow her to the door. It, like the hallway they're standing in, is one of the weird ones, the ones that look uncomfortably like they were grown rather than built. If she'd seen a picture of it, rather than being introduced otherwise, 'door' might not have been the first word; 'stoma' might have worked out better.

And the room beyond isn't much better. It's big, alright, with walls that are ridged and grooved in a vaguely hexagonal fashion, as if the whole place was the interior of some massive hive, or the result of an odd bone structure. Shepard gestures out into the expanse with one wide-flung arm. It's a good view, considering that what one might consider the walls, ceiling, and floor resemble one another identically. And if there is a floor, or a 'down' it's definitely a long set of meters from the bottom of the door.

"Nope," she says, and bodily shoves Asuka out into the gravityless interior, grinning all the while, "Don't throw up!"