"You make it sound like Nash was a good boy.  If you wanted an informant so bad, why didn't you try and approach me?" Bridget said, also circling the room.  While she had less ability to see, she still avoided the objects in the office.  She waited just a little longer, before she smirked, "Not that it really matters."  Her omni tool flared as she pressed a command, before two turrets activated in the ceiling, dropping down to lock onto the Turian.  Yet they did not fire.  She hadn't yet activated them.<br/><br/>"If you're smart, you'll be a good boy and tell me why you decided to fuck with the status quo.  And no, that shit with Nash won't fly.  I know damned well you don't want to get your hands dirty, so you had an alterior motive.  I want to know what it is."