Part 1, Chapter 6, Maiden:
"Please be seated Dr. T'soni," the Asari ambassador said from behind her desk. Technically the number two Asari on the Citadel behind the Councilor, she still carried herself with a haughty superiority that irked Liara. Shepard had an expression for people like this, what was it? "We would like to talk to you about a few things of great import." She's using the 'majestic plural'? Oh right, now I remember, douche-biscuit. I really need to get a book of human phrases if I'm going to spend any time with Victoria.
"How may I help the Asari Republics?" replied Liara evenly. While she couldn't imagine how this meeting would end poorly, Liara felt a bit put out having to sit in this woman's office answering questions. Oh how I miss the quiet of my dig sites, she thought. Though, look at the life of adventure my interest in archeology has brought me.
"We'd like you to speak with Sister Amana," she motioned to the light armor-clad commando standing against the opposite wall. "She's the lead Commando Sister from the Destiny Ascension. She would like to review your tactical experiences with the Reapers, hopefully glean some insights in case they return again."
"Beg your pardon Madam Ambassador, but the Reapers are dead. They won't be coming back."
The Ambassador nearly cut her off, "There are those within the various galactic governments who think otherwise. We want to be ready."
So you didn't believe Shepard when she first told you of the Reaper threat, and now that it's gone you won't believe her again? Liara was almost beyond being upset by politician stupidity. Almost. "If the Republics insist, I'd be glad to speak with Sister Amana."
"Very good," she replied. "And one last thing. Despite her treachery, we've," there was the majestic plural again, "reached consensus that you should officially inherit Lady Benezia's title and properties on Thessia, in recognition of your contribution in the recent hostilities."
Liara bit her tongue rather than snap at the Ambassador, her fingertips dug into the arms of her chair. Mother was not a traitor. She was indoctrinated by Sovereign, not a willing participant. She didn't even care about the title and property. What she cared about was her mother's legacy. Sadly, that was probably already lost. Her fingers relaxed, "My gratitude," she heard herself say, detached.
"Excellent. I must attend to other business. If you would follow Amana, she'll escort you to your debriefing." The Ambassador looked down at her data pad and began to read, already dismissing their presence.
Another human expression Shepard had taught her came to mind, Fuck Your Couch!
The commando approached. Liara regarded her with a narrowed brow. She hadn't seen such a menacing Asari since Tela Vasir had tried to assassinate her, and kill Shepard. That was not a good day. They stepped out of the office and the door thumped closed behind them.
Amana regarded Liara severely, "Don't mind her, she's a serious bitch." Her expression relaxed noticeably, "Let's go get a beer."
Liara exhaled deeply. She hadn't noticed she was holding her breath.