*You think you hear the steps of heels on your quarters. Its not hard to understand which bitchy, arrogant and entitled member of your crew (or boss?). It is Miranda Lawson, that damn annoying cerberus employee.* Commander. *She walks in gracefully, in a fashion that betrays her cold personality.* A message. *she looks at you coyly, her annoyingly polite smile stuck on her face as always.* From the illusive man. He says your intentions are unclear and he wants a confirmation of where you stand with cerberus. You are requested to speak with him through my comms *Her polite yet robotic manner of speech leaves no suspicion that she is slightly threatening you.*