The blonde looks challengingly back at the Commander. "...well. We get the news, but I didn't look too closely at the headshot. And I certainly didn't expect the first human Spectre to visit our little corner of the galaxy. Especially since it's outside Council space."

"A charming factoid, but irrelevant!" Arela chirps. "The treaties to which you are a signatory dictate that Spectre agents are entitled to carry out investigations outside Council space; we can't lean on you directly for intel, but we can certainly be here, and if you try to block us from gathering information ourselves -" She breaks off, and nods to Yakhol. "We have ways and means. I'm ways. She's means."

An amused rumble from the krogan. "Frankly, I'd love to see you try and stop us. But the Commander would probably be less thrilled. Much like your own superiors."