"Dredd." He supplies himself, shortly. But that was probably evident. There weren't many who didn't know of the Fargo clones, the golden boys, and their meteoric rise through the Academy that he was still proud of. Or half-proud, anyway. He stares back down at her as he folds his arms across his chest, defensive of his new position on the totem pole as the rookie.

"Your advice is appreciated," he says, a little curtly. That stubbornness is just as present in equal amounts in Rico as it is in Dredd, and although he knows better than to say drokk off to her face, but who the hell does she think she is? "But my arrest records are well above average, and there's a reason for that."