"You stupid BITCH!" Tacticus yelled at the Turian women as she fired at him. His shields flared and his body began to pulse with biotic energy. But when the gun obviously overloaded and Donny quickly subdued and began yelling at her to drop it. He holstered his gun and looked at the now injured Turian on the ground. He felt nothing but anger for the idiot who was now knocked on her ass. He looked at the Turian asking if he went to negotiation training. "That isn't our job. We're a blade meant to cut at the heart of the enemy and complete our objective... you should know that by now." Then he felt a hand be placed on his shoulder. He had a pretty good guess at who it was. When he turned his head to look at Sura she gave him a disapproving look.

 "You know what our job is. Let others handle things you don't know." She then walked back out of the security room to go get the diplomats from the hallway. Which left Tacticus standing near the weapons locker and over a Turian with a head wound. Not wanting to look at the women he began searching through the lockers for a heavier weapon he could use for this defense. Charging was not too useful when you didn't want to leave. He managed to find a shotgun that would work for the time being since they were all going to be aiming at a door anyways. He pulled the weapon out of the cabinet and went around the the women and the Quarian and began to set up a defensive position with the rest of the cabal. This is what should be doing. It was what he was good at, not negotiating with scared little girls...