Shadow Broker: It’s pointless to challenge me, asari. I know your every secret, while you fumble in the dark.
Liara: Is that right? You’re a yahg, a pre-spaceflight species that was quarantined to their homeworld for massacring the Council’s first contact teams. This base is older than your planet’s discovery, so I’m guessing you killed the original Shadow Broker 60 years ago, then took his place. I’m guessing that you were taken from your homeworld by a trophy hunter who wanted a slave or a pet. How am I doing?