He didn't need to pull many strings to get it done. Aside from the fact that it was Commander Shepard, and no one would deny her anything right now, there was also the somewhat pleasant (and unnerving) fact that there weren't many higher ranking officers than him in London right now.
That and all the paper-pushers had yet to return to the city and make their red-taped presence known. Coats would take what positives he could when he could find them.
His boots thudded along the clean floors as he followed the nurse to Shepard's room. He wasn't sure how many visitors she'd had yet, but eve if she didn't want a visit, he could at least leave her the small case he carried in his right hand, a reassurance for her and for him (or so he hoped).
The nurse indicated the door and vanished in a whirl of scrubs - there was a lot to do after all, still relatively soon after the Reapers were defeated - and Coats lifted his hand to rap his knuckles on the door firmly.