Rico doesn't back down, because he doesn't consider himself that kind of person. But he takes a second to re-evaluate the situation, and takes into consideration the new arrival. He sizes him up in a well-practiced motion, gaze flitting over where he could hit him for the most damage. The armor could be a bit of a problem, as well as the unfamiliar physiology.
This is quickly escalating, and Rico doesn't like the feeling of anything being out of his hands. So he yanks himself easily out of the grip, glaring at both Garrus and Beetle. Don't think he's forgotten about Kubo either, the irritating juve that started this all. Such a big fuss made over a small thing.
"Don't interfere. This is now your warning for obstructing justice," he growls to Beetle, but suddenly seems to change tack, cocking his head ever so slightly to the side. So that's his father, huh?
Rico had excelled in his Psychological Abuse classes as he did with everything else, but there was something he'd always found kind of neat about finding people's strings and just gently tugging, watching people unravel with just a few bare threats or comments. Rico finds it unfortunate that he doesn't have his boot knife on him, considering it was taken from him at the med-bay, but he capitalizes on the opportunity to twist the knife in a different way.
"Juve, do you want to see fat man here get hurt because of you?" he calls out to Kubo in a gently cajoling fashion, like encouraging a puppy who had chewed up a slipper to come out from under the couch. "I see where you get it from, but it doesn't have to be this way. You have to learn this somewhere, since it seems that your father didn't teach you very well. I just want you to cut the drokking music, come here, and take responsibility. "
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This is quickly escalating, and Rico doesn't like the feeling of anything being out of his hands. So he yanks himself easily out of the grip, glaring at both Garrus and Beetle. Don't think he's forgotten about Kubo either, the irritating juve that started this all. Such a big fuss made over a small thing.
"Don't interfere. This is now your warning for obstructing justice," he growls to Beetle, but suddenly seems to change tack, cocking his head ever so slightly to the side. So that's his father, huh?
Rico had excelled in his Psychological Abuse classes as he did with everything else, but there was something he'd always found kind of neat about finding people's strings and just gently tugging, watching people unravel with just a few bare threats or comments. Rico finds it unfortunate that he doesn't have his boot knife on him, considering it was taken from him at the med-bay, but he capitalizes on the opportunity to twist the knife in a different way.
"Juve, do you want to see fat man here get hurt because of you?" he calls out to Kubo in a gently cajoling fashion, like encouraging a puppy who had chewed up a slipper to come out from under the couch. "I see where you get it from, but it doesn't have to be this way. You have to learn this somewhere, since it seems that your father didn't teach you very well. I just want you to cut the drokking music, come here, and take responsibility. "