The lights flicker, and the familiar hum of Omega drones in the background. Garrus stares at you through his eyepiece, his mandibles twitching slightly. You’re manacled to a chair across from him. Weaver and Mierin brought you in after a rather spirited struggle. He wanted to intimidate you, to make you sweat. This staring contest isn’t getting him anywhere. “So,” he begins, his voice a low purr, “why were you sneaking around my base?”