The man raises his hands and drops to his knees, wearing the shocked expression Shepard's gotten used to seeing over the years. Usually she has to smash through several lines of defense like a krogan through a daycare to get it, but glowing blue and holding a trident while you toss around furniture with your mind is good for improving your intimidation attempts, apparently. Note to self.

She catches the movement out of the corner of her eye. Something that small flying through the air is always, always bad, and she reflexively throws up a barrier around herself and her kneeling captive.

"Grenade!"