Rico wants to snap at her, say that he doesn't need to wow her. But she has experience and seniority on him ten times over, and more importantly, will report on his actions when they get back. Either play along for now, or she has an 'accident' sometime soon. Something to work on, then. He tilts his head as he files away the information in his head. "I figured that out quick. They have a very -"

Rico pauses, and a derisive scoff comes out of his mouth. His hand curls in on itself into a fist by his side, synthi-leather creaking.

"- lax system here, don't you think so? I saw at least twenty infractions in the time it took me to walk down this corridor I would've booked them in the cubes for."

That's rather underselling it a bit to a Senior Street Judge - assuming she is one, because there are still some details that need puzzling out - but he hopes the disgust gets across in his voice, and none of the glee. Testing the waters, so to speak.