"See, I don't actually have a problem with the gilded cage routine, so far," She folds her arms as he turns away, and sighs. He seems pretty convinced, just on her word, so Shepard does as she usually does; ups the stakes, "So if you want my help, then when I stay stop, this ends right then and there. You don't stop, then you and I won't be friends for much longer."

She still remembers the feeling of Garrus at her elbow, his lazy drawl with finger on the trigger, and you really don't want to be her enemy. They have a way of dying. Ah, those good old times, long gone now and forever.

"...Deal?"