Still dressed in her dark armor, the warden Bridget Flame was leaning against her desk when the Turian entered her office.  Instantly, her pistol was in her hand, though not directly pointed at the Turian just yet.  Her armor was not jet black, but was dark enough that it let her blend into the darkness, which is why she kept her office dark, just in case.  Didn't matter that the Turian would no doubt see her, but any edge would help in this case.<br/><br/>"And just what, may I ask, makes you think you can just waltz into my office and do so?" she said, feeling gravity once more.  So it was sabotage.  She would need to execute someone for this.  "I've already kicked your other flunkies off my station.  Think taking me on directly will give you any real advantage?"<br/><br/>While her hair was brown, not red, it wasn't hard to confuse it in the darkness.  She finally lifted her weapon, aiming at the Turian.  She wanted to hear what he said first, before she shot him in the head and got back to work fixing her station.  There was lots to do and lots of bodies to clear.  She only saw him as a threat, something in her way, rather than someone who might easily beat her and take the station from her.