"That's usually how it turns out." Shepard sighs, crossing her legs, tapping a finger against the top of the glass. "Seems like the answer's miles away, and it's almost always right there, something you've seen a million times..."

As with the Citadel when it had turned out to be the Catalyst. The one damn thing they'd needed all along that they hadn't recognized until it was too late. Or... almost too late.

"Is all this intel and investigation being collected all in one place somewhere, or is it just bits and pieces between people?"