The entire room smells of lightning strikes as the petite woman paces back and forth.
Her hands are clenched into tight fists, lips twisted in a horrible grimace.
"What the fuck did I tell you about Cerberus, Shepard?"
Her biotics flare and leap across her skin.
"Didn't I tell you! I told you, you couldn't trust these motherfuckers? Especially that bitch over there!"
She jerks a thumb toward the brunette leaning against the wall.
"Do you really think I'd have let Shepard go onto the Collector's ship if I'd known it was a trap?" Miranda hisses in exasperation.
The argument goes on for several minutes, and although no one is shocked - everyone is definitely fed up with it.
Even Kasumi who usually stays cloaked, drops it, muttering; "Do we have to go through this every time?"
Grunt who is no longer amused and shakes his head; "Battlemaster, just airlock the both of them. You, I and Garrus can complete the mission alone. We defeated a thresher maw on foot."
He pounds his fists together before exclaiming, "Ha!"
I run a hand over my forehead, trying to figure out how to solve this without getting spaced; again or losing their loyalty.
"Cerberus can never be trusted. Look at what they did to me. That damn Project Overlord, those kids that were on Pragia …." Jack rages.
She continues ticking off Cerberus crimes, growing more and more agitated and animated especially when recounting those that involved children.
"I've already explained to you that Pragia wasn't under The Illusive Man's control, besides how do we know that your mother wasn't some Red Sand junkie whore….."
Miranda never gets to finish her sentence and the rest of us didn't see it coming either.
One second Miranda is standing with her hand on a cocked hip and the next she's on the floor with Zaeed standing over her.
"Look here you daft bitch; my wife wasn't a damn junkie and from now on it would be best if you keep your fucking assumptions to yourself."