Prompt: Garbage
"You know Zaeed, if you're going to hang out down here, the least you could do is space the trash once in awhile."
Zaeed glared at her. "It ain't in my bloody contract to take out the bloody trash."
Shepard glared right back at him. "So you like living in squalor?. Shall I have your meals served in a trough? Maybe bring in a mud bath, so you can feel more at home?"
"You got a problem with the trash service, take it up with Rupert. I'm here to kill things and take home a fat lump of credits."
"You're here," Shepard continued, cursing herself for losing her patience, "to be part of my team. That means doing the jobs you're told to do. Do you expect your precious contract to tell you everything? Did it cover which hand to wipe your ass with? Whatever will you do the next time you take a shit?"
"Then I say you should go do your job and tell that slouch Rupert to do his."
Shepard fought to keep the smirk off her face. "You know what Zaeed? You're right."
"Damn right I am."
"I'll send Rupert down here right away. And I'll be sure to tell him to check for any scrap metal lying around as well. Old cans, clipped wires... broken rifles."
The flash of anger that flew across Zaeed's eyes confirmed her success. "No one touches Jessie and lives." His tone was made of ice.
"Then I think you'd best see to the state of your quarters, Massani" She turned and left the room, cutting off Zaeed's string of curses as the door hissed shut behind her.