Rico outright laughs. It's hard suddenly not to find the humor in this situation. He's standing here, being lectured by a juve who thinks he knows all about the law, and a bleeding heart, leather-faced alien is telling him to cool down.

"I don't need lip from something that doesn't have lips. And don't make me laugh. I could take on a dozen of you creeps, no sweat." he mocks, cocky and confident. He takes several slow, deliberate steps closer, boots treading heavy on the ground, and comes to a stop in front of him as he stares down Garrus.

"And don't talk down to me either, punk," he spits out at Kubo without turning his head. His blood boils at the thought of the juve pretending to be understanding. "You think hiding behind that barrier's gonna protect you for long? You're next."

He swings his daystick up so it points just under Garrus's chin. "Just as soon as I finish taking out the trash."