The turian subtly ran his gaze over the former warden's body, impressed that she didn't look scarred and abused after years serving the Black Hand and working in a prison. He was never one to be attracted to humans, but he was starting to see the appeal. It gave him an idea. "You're the ones who designed the uniforms. But, if you don't like it, I'll give you an example of what'll happen down there without a uniform." He grabbed her just as he finished speaking and pushed her back against the wall, pinning her there and starting to roughly grope her breasts, squeezing and pinching with his hard turian hands.