The turian chuckled lowly in the dark, his own dark skin and armor blending in almost as well as what Bridget herself wore. Even if she fired, his powerful shield and armor would easily withstand the pistol she was wielding and give him plenty of time to reach her, so he didn't sound concerned when he spoke again. "Those 'other flunkies' were just a way to force you to bring a new batch of guards aboard from the mercenary group I already paid off. Every Blue Sun on this station already works for me, and I'm sure the guards you had leftover from before won't hold too much loyalty to accept the new management."<br/><br/>Drawing his rifle slowly, the turian casually started to walk around the walls of her office, his predatory senses keeping him from bumping into anything. "You brought this on yourself when you killed Warden Nash. He was my informant, not just on the Black Hand, but on every prisoner that came through here because they knew something dangerously valuable. But because you got in the way, I'm going to have to do the job myself now."