Liara Really Needs To Get Out More

Shepard: "You can't come with me because you're after the Shadow Broker? What if I help you find him?"
Liara: "I'm sorry, Shepard. The galaxy doesn't work that way. I need to find leads, trace information. I need to work. I can't do that on the Normandy. I wish I could."
Shepard: "Don't try to tell me how the fuck the galaxy works, kid. Remember when you 'found leads, traced information, and worked' for twice as long as I've been alive, trying to figure out what happened to the Protheans, and then I found:

A) the Protheans were wiped out by the Reapers, a race of huge sentient machines
B) everything about their culture, even learned their language
C) the Citadel is a giant mass relay and that's how the Reapers wipe out all space-faring life in the galaxy every 50,000 years
D) the last world that Protheans lived on and spoke with a VI encoded with a Prothean's mind
E) eight out of seven Prothean data discs

all of the above in about five days? Do you REALLY think that you sitting here at a computer is going to give you any better results with the Shadow Broker than your bookwork and field studies did with the Prothean question? How stupid are you going to feel when I walk into this office halfway through the next game with your friend in tow and the Shadow Broker's head in my hand, and you're still refreshing Answers.com for your question 'Where is the Shadow Broker?' Grab your gear and tell Kelly I need to talk to both of you in my cabin."
Liara: "I'm still hunting. Still hunting. The Shadow Broker can't hide forever."
Shepard: "He can from you! FIVE DAYS!"
Liara: "One day, he'll slip up. And when he does... I'll be there."
Shepard: "No, you'll be sitting at your desk giving out sidequests. Dumb bitch."